Talk About Driving a Tank...

My best friend from High School called me today and left a message on my voice mail about some 85 year old woman she witnessed attempting a 3 point turn in a parking lot while on her cell phone. It was a very funny rant. Very very funny.

Now I can’t top that, but I can add to it a story I heard today.

I was at a meeting for a woman’s organization I am a member of and I was sitting next to a dear friend of mine who is 80 and whose husband is 88 and a retired Army officer. (3 stars to be exact.) He served in WWII as a young Lt, under Patton. She and I were speaking about all the active people we know that society would just as soon throw away or assume to be too old to be worth anything, just because of an arbitrary number...age. (That annoys me… a real peeve of mine… but that is another rant in itself.) She says, “You know… many of the men who served under my husband are older than he is now and they are just as active as he is. Why Bob so-and-so is 100 years old and is still running his big family business. He owns a Winnebago and just travels wherever he wants to…”

At that, I stopped her and said, “He is 100?”
My friend: Why yes he is.
Me: He owns a Winnebago?
My friend: Yes he does.
Me: He drives?
My friend: Oh yes, he goes everywhere.

I sat there looking at her somewhat speechless and finally I said, “E., I don’t know what to say. I think I’m just really disturbed that there is a 100 year old man in a big Winnebago on our roads somewhere. Good Lord.”

Wow. Thank God he’s not down here in S. FL.