Years ago when I first became elderly, and I’ve been elderly
most of my life, I had a neighbor, and we were very close friends. We spent
hours discussing our fattened condition that sometimes follows into elderly
agehood. We decided we could do
something about it, and could start by taking up daily walks. We decided
since we get up so early we would start at 4:30 AM. We had a perfect place to walk. It was the parking
lot of the Seventh Day Adventist church nearby. It was just behind the local nursing home, and up a small embankment to get into their
parking lot. It was still pitch dark, but we felt safe
until the morning a car turned into the driveway and came speeding past us to
the dumpster. We didn't think we could be seen because of the darkness, but we both felt
sudden fear, and just knew it was the ax murderer. The conversation went like
this.
Alice: Look at that cheap skate, putting his garbage
in the church dumpster.
Me: Or is it a body?
She: Oh Jesus
Christ!!! Let’s get the hell outta here!
And so we did, as fast as our chubby little legs would carry
us.
After that we went shopping to get our
exercise.
