“Mother looked so tired,” she said with tears in her eyes. “She insisted on taking a cab back to the retirement village so she wouldn’t ruin our Christmas celebration. She doesn’t ever stay long; she gets so fatigued. I’m very worried about her.”
The cab pulled up in front of the retirement village, and the old lady inside yells, “Get in, Bertha. I thought I’d never get away from those bratty grandchildren of mine.”
“Step on it, Buster,” she tells the cabbie. “Get us to the Golden Oldies Bar before ‘two martinis for the price of one’ Happy Hour ends.”
The cab pulled up in front of the retirement village, and the old lady inside yells, “Get in, Bertha. I thought I’d never get away from those bratty grandchildren of mine.”
“Step on it, Buster,” she tells the cabbie. “Get us to the Golden Oldies Bar before ‘two martinis for the price of one’ Happy Hour ends.”
