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And all along they've been telling me I have C.R.S. Now I know differently. Now if I can only remember who told me that. Oh will, maybe it will come back to me with age.

Heck Viking, is that what it's called. I do that daily. I've even driven down the road and forgot to put the mail in my mailbox. left truck running and walked back and mail was already in so I decided to pay another bill since I was mailing some letters out anyways and left my truck running for about 1 hr. until my brain cells kicked in and told me "hey you left your truck running" and it wasn't even stolen

That's pretty realistic.
This should fit right in;

Senior questions

Q: Where can men or women over the age of 60 find young, sexy
members of the opposite sex who are interested in them?
A: Try a bookstore -- under fiction

Q: My wife is going through menopause. What can I do?
A: Keep busy. If you're handy with tools, you can finish the
basement. When you are done you will have a place to live.

Q: How can you increase the heart rate of your 60+ year old husband?
A: Tell him you're pregnant.

Q: How can you avoid spotting a wrinkle every time you walk by a
mirror?
A: The next time you're in front of a mirror, take off your glasses.

Q: Why should 60+ year old people use valet parking?
A: Valets don't forget where they park your car.

Q: Is it common for 60+ year olds to have problems with short term
memory storage ?
A: Storing memory is not a problem, retrieving it is a problem.

Q: Where do 60+ year olds look for fashionable glasses?
A: Their foreheads.

Q: What is the most common remark made by 60+ year olds when they
enter antique stores?
A: 'I remember these.'

Q: What is the most frequent thought when going from one room to
another?
A: 'What did I come here for?'

One day I borrowed my then-wifes car to go to the store. I came out and got in and as I am sitting there I thought to myself "huh! Since when is her car a stickshift??" Then I noticed some strange stuff sitting on the passenger seat. OMG!!! I'm in the wrong car! Luckily I was able to get out of there and into her car before the owner came back.


And that was one of my GOOD days !

After we know each other better I'll tell you the story about the time I walked into the ladies room by mistake at a restaurant and wondered where the urinals all went. The lady coming out of the stall was NOT amused.

Don