Up in da' club...

Yesterday in the mail I got my temporary membership card to AARP. Now, you have to be at least 50 to be a member. And their website has a button to increase text size, I'm not kidding. I’m wondering if they’re thinking this card will be my temporary membership for the next 25-something years, or do they really want me to join? I’m tempted to try just to see if they’d let me in. I mean I AM retiring. At least I’d be with my peers – retired folks. I can picture it now…me and my old lady friend Agnes would play shuffleboard and Bunko and would never remember anything. But we wouldn’t care. Because it wouldn’t be boring to do it over and over if you don’t remember the last time you did it. We’d shuffle around and get lost and people would have to take us home, and we’d say “Ehhh?” a lot, and really loudly. And fart in public. We’d call people and ask them how to copy and paste on the computer, and how to answer a cell phone. I know those both sound stereotypical but I’ve had it asked of me before. We’d tell stories about the old days, which we’d mostly make up because we don’t remember the old days. And we’d have a pill case. And we’ll smell like old people. Would you guys still be my friend?