robbin' the senior citizens' center
hospital story:
ellen's walking down the hallway at the hospital where she works. she can't keep up with this little old man so she starts making small talk to get him to slow down.
she: do you walk?
he: oh, yeah, i get exercise.
she: what kind?
he: i like to dance at the senior citizens' center.
she: what kind of dance?
he: oh, rock.
she's like, if only he were 50 years younger. here's me: wha--?! how the hell old is he? she's all: 94.
we laughed a good one at that.
we are all definitely in this together. different velocities but aaaall together.
ellen's walking down the hallway at the hospital where she works. she can't keep up with this little old man so she starts making small talk to get him to slow down.
she: do you walk?
he: oh, yeah, i get exercise.
she: what kind?
he: i like to dance at the senior citizens' center.
she: what kind of dance?
he: oh, rock.
she's like, if only he were 50 years younger. here's me: wha--?! how the hell old is he? she's all: 94.
we laughed a good one at that.
we are all definitely in this together. different velocities but aaaall together.
posted by stacy muszynski at 11:27 PM
1 Comments:
I hope I still breath at 94... and maybe waltz from time to time.
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