My father is 75 years old. My mother was in the hospital yesterday because she had an attack of colitis. My father is also half-deaf from having a portable radio jammed in his ear all his life. He listened to talk radio all night.
This is how our conservation went on the phone:
"Dad, this is your son."
"My thumb? What about my thumb?
He also stops at green lights and drives in the left lane with his turn signal on.
I hope I don't end up like this, but probably will.
I'm sure many of you have to suffer as I do.