Popped to the supermarket the other day and what should be zooming down the road but a scooter thingy. I can't wait to get old (er!) I am going to be such a menace..in fact i might deliberately aim myself at those teens who have their trousers half way down their legs and their pants on show and i will get right behind them and sound my horn which of course will be fabulous and play the first line of the song Dixie.
In truth i know it's a menace and i don't think they should be on the road but really..who is going to lock him up? He might get a stern warning by some officer who talks in a loud voice (why does everyone presume if you're over 65 you are deaf? ) and talks to him like he is all of about five years old but i can't see much more than that happening,
It's wonderful really..knowing that one day i can get up to all sorts of naughty goings on and blame it on my age! See... minus the grey hair, wrinkles, peeing when you cough, peeing when you laugh, sometimes pooping when you cough, and feeding poor fluffy to the neighbors dog... ageing isn't ALL that bad.