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#true story—yes it really happens! Lolol
I sent the original to my older daughter and she responded:
You can’t make this stuff up!!!
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My neighbor was tending to his yard when he was suddenly startled by the sound of crashing branches. A late-model car had plowed through his hedge and come to a stop right in the middle of his front lawn.
Rushing over, he found an elderly woman behind the wheel. Concerned, he quickly helped her out of the car and settled her into a lawn chair.
Still catching his breath, he said, “Ma’am, you seem a little… well, a little old to be driving.”
She straightened up proudly. “Why, yes, I am! I’ll be 97 next month.”
His eyebrows shot up. “And you’re still driving?”
She gave him a sweet smile. “Oh, I don’t even need a driver’s license anymore.”
Now thoroughly confused, he asked, “How do you figure that?”
Her smile widened. “Well, the last time I went to see my doctor, he asked if I had a driver’s license. I said yes and handed it to him.”
She chuckled before continuing, “He pulled out a pair of scissors, snipped it into little pieces, tossed them in the trash, and said, ‘You won’t be needing this anymore.’ So I thanked him and left!”
Rushing over, he found an elderly woman behind the wheel. Concerned, he quickly helped her out of the car and settled her into a lawn chair.
Still catching his breath, he said, “Ma’am, you seem a little… well, a little old to be driving.”
She straightened up proudly. “Why, yes, I am! I’ll be 97 next month.”
His eyebrows shot up. “And you’re still driving?”
She gave him a sweet smile. “Oh, I don’t even need a driver’s license anymore.”
Now thoroughly confused, he asked, “How do you figure that?”
Her smile widened. “Well, the last time I went to see my doctor, he asked if I had a driver’s license. I said yes and handed it to him.”
She chuckled before continuing, “He pulled out a pair of scissors, snipped it into little pieces, tossed them in the trash, and said, ‘You won’t be needing this anymore.’ So I thanked him and left!”
