[James Matthew Najera]

Sorry, Doctor's Orders​

It was a quiet afternoon when George was trimming his hedge in front of his house—until a car came crashing straight through it and stopped on his lawn.

Startled, George ran over and found Mabel, a sweet lady from down the street, sitting behind the wheel looking rather pleased with herself.

“Mabel!” George exclaimed. “Are you alright? You seem a bit old to still be driving!”

“Oh, I’m fine, dear,” Mabel said proudly. “I’ll be 97 next month, and I don’t even need a driver’s license anymore.”

George blinked. “You don’t? Who told you that?”

“Well,” Mabel said, straightening her scarf, “last time I went to the doctor, he asked if I still had a driver’s license. I told him yes and handed it over. He took out a pair of scissors, cut it up, and said, ‘You won’t be needing this anymore.’ So I thanked him and drove home!”

 

[Gayle B.]

Alrighty then. The aging brain sometimes takes a break. I pray she doesn’t live in my neighborhood Maybe she needs Mr. Magoo type glasses?

 

[Arkie]

OOPS sounds like some one i know. Wiped out a mail box and another incident. Fortunately she decided to give up her license, son took her vehicle and she no longer drove.