Yesterday my daughter asked why I didn't do something useful with my time. She suggested I go to the senior center and hang out with the guys. I did that and when I got home last night I told her that I had joined a parachute club. She said, "Are you nuts? You're almost 77 years old and you're going To start jumping out of airplanes?" I proudly showed her that I even got a membership card. She said to Me, "Good grief, where are your glasses! This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club." I'm in trouble again, and I don't know what to do... I signed up for Five jumps a week.