Heard in the Bus

I picked up two guys from an assisted living community (i.e., high-class nursing home).  One was in a wheelchair but otherwise, seemed OK.  The second had shaking palsy way bad but could move around.  As soon as I had them buckled-in, they picked up the conversation where they’d left off when I came to collect them.  Naturally, I listen in on these kinds of chats.  Once in a while, I hear something worth repeating.  Here’s what the guy in the wheelchair said.

  • Up until I was twenty, I’d never even heard of the Grim Reaper.
  • In my twenties, I heard people talking about him.
  • In my thirties, I got a glimpse of him now and again,
  • In my forties, I saw him walking around.
  • In my fifties, I saw him standing still, looking about.
  • In my sixties, I caught him staring at me.
  • Now, in my seventies, the son-of-a-bitch is walking in my direction.
Is this what’s meant by the 7 Stages of Life?  Guess so.

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