A fellow was sitting on the lawn reading, when he was startled by a late model car crashing through a hedge and coming to rest on his lawn. He helped the elderly driver out and sat him on a lawn chair. "My goodness," he exclaimed, "You are quite old to be driving!"
"Yes," he replied," I am old enough that I don't need a license anymore. Last time I went to my doctor he examined me, and asked if I had a driving license. I told him yes and handed it to him. He took scissors out of a drawer, cut the license into pieces and threw them in the wastebasket.
"You won't be needing that anymore," he said.
So I thanked him and left.
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