Twenty years ago my newly widowed grandmother moved into a progressive living community near my parents. Grandma had her own two-bedroom, two-and-a-half bath home with a sun room, screened porch and even a tiny backyard. It was really pretty nice.
On my first visit to her new digs I asked Grandma how she liked it.
"I'm not crazy about it," she sighed.
"Really? Why not?"
She frowned. "The men keep asking me out."
"Grandma, you've got guys hitting on you?" I started to laugh."They only want one thing," she sighed.
My eyebrows jump in shock.
"Someone to do their laundry," she continued.
Happy Birthday, Grandma!
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