A group of seniors was sitting around talking about ailments.
"My arms have gotten so weak, I can hardly lift a cup of coffee," said one.
"I know," said another/ "My cataracts are so bad I can't even see my coffee."
"My hands are so crippled, I couldn't even mark an X at election time," voluteered a third.
"I can't even turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck," said the fourth. Sevearl nodded in agreement.
"My blood pressure pills make me dizzy," said another.
"I forget where I am and where I'm going," another volunteered.
"I guess that's the price we pay for getting old," said an old man, wincing and shaking his head. The others agreed.
"well, count our blessings," said one senior cheerfully. "Thank Gid we can all still drive!"