Getting old has a lot of great benefits! No more peer pressure, no more worrying about wearing that t-shirt you got paint on last spring to Wal-Mart - who gives a flip? I'm not interested in a fancy new Peleton that allows me to run up mountain highways with some sexy-looking, 20 year old, Celtic woman diva. I'm not running anywhere unless it's from a bees nest! Besides, I got achy knees! Too many angry bull rides, pole-vaults, and leaping out second story windows from angry fathers (I wish). Speaking of Wal-Mart, you know those people that ride those little scooters around the store? Yeah, they got it made! no more hard floors, standing for hours while your little trophy wife takes hours picking up every can reading the labels for nutritional values. So, a while back I got me one of those little hotrods. I did, and I love it! Here's a picture of mine. I call her "My Little Corvette". I even got one of those miniature Texas vanity license with that reads; "Little Corvette". Ain't she purty?
Sally and I went on a Royal Caribbean cruise this past December just before Covid shut down cruise ships for the second time in three years! We had a great time. I took My Little Corvette along on the ship and rode her in style everywhere we went. She made my trip so much more enjoyable!
Remember what I said about old age benefits? As an old veteran who isn't worried about looking old or lame, I can now ride comfortably on my scooter just about everywhere. That young Celtic woman? My vivacious, fun, loving wife wouldn't allow me to run with that 20 year old anyway.
Hmm…looks good so far.
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