A group of pensioners were discussing their medical problems at the Day Centre coffee morning.
“Do you realize,” said one, “My arm is so weak I can hardly hold this coffee cup?”
“Yes, I know,” replied the second, “My cataracts are so bad I can’t see to pour the coffee.”
“I can’t turn my head,” rejoined the third, “because of the arthritis in my neck.”
“My blood pressure pills make my dizzy,” commented the fourth, adding, “I guess that”s the price we pay for getting old.”
“Well, it’s not all bad,” piped up the first, “We should be thankful that we can still drive.”