I’m 65. Growing up, I was always under strict rules—first from my parents and then from an abusive husband. But now, finally single with my kids all grown up, I decided it was time to do something just for me. I’ve always dreamt of adding a bit of brightness to my life, so I dyed my hair pink, feeling like I’m embracing the winter of my life with some warmth.
But the moment my daughter saw me, she was furious. She yelled, telling me I looked ridiculous and that I should stay OUT OF SIGHT.
Is it really too much? I’ve never felt so happy and free. But maybe she’s right, and I should act my age instead.
An old man was eating at a truck stop when three rough-looking bikers walked in.
Three gruff-appearing bikers entered the truck stop where an elderly man was dining.
The first biker chuckled and sat down at the counter after poking his cigarette into the elderly man’s pie as they passed him.
Taking up the old man’s milk, the second motorcyclist spat into it. Before stepping up to the counter with the other bikers, the third one turned over the old man’s plate.
Putting down his money, the old man stood up and walked out of the café without a word to the laughing bikers. The waitress heard one of the bikers ask, “Not much of a man, was he?”
Furthermore, not much of a truck driver, the waitress retorted. Just now, he backed his large vehicle over three motorcyclists!
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