Little Old Ladies Should Get to Have Fun Too
Well, they’ve ruined my physical therapy now. All us old and lame had bonded and developed a sense of community as fellow sufferers who all now come in generous sizes and slightly lumpy shapes. Yesterday they started testing young male job applicants’ physical fitness for a local industry. So, here we old folks are gasping and sweating (and making inappropriate noises), while struggling to bend over two inches below waist level and these young hunks are flat handing the floor. I think I was two the last time I could flat hand the floor. If I was able to be invisible, I might actually enjoy watching them. (Little old ladies should get to have fun too.) But realizing that I might be the cause of someone never marrying, because they were prematurely exposed to what a prospective wife might look and “sound” like in old age, is too much guilt to bear. So I deny myself the pleasure of the debate between pecs and buns and do my exercises with my eyes closed, pretending if I can’t see them, they can’t see me.
Posted on June 4, 2016, in Gifts of Age, Humor, Spiritual, Truth in humor and tagged age and exercise, farting, hunks, invisibility, lumpy shapes, not dead yet, Old Age, Pecs and Buns, physical therapy, Raunchy little old ladies, shoulder replacement therapy, spirituality and humor. Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.