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At a Dunkin' Donuts in Florida, a group of seniors were sitting around talking about
their various ailments.

"My arms have gotten so weak I can hardly lift this cup of coffee," said one.

"Yes, I know," said another. "My cataracts are so bad; I can't even see my coffee."

"I couldn't even mark an X at election time, my hands are so crippled," volunteered
a third.

"What? Speak up! What? I can't hear you!"

"I can't turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck," said a fourth, to which
several nodded weakly in agreement.

"My blood pressure pills make me so dizzy!" exclaimed another.

"I forget where I am, and where I'm going," said another.

"I guess that's the price we pay for getting old," winced an old man as he slowly
shook his head.

The others nodded in agreement.

"Well, count your blessings," said a woman cheerfully - - "let's just thank God that
we can all still drive."
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