Joining ‘The Club’

There are clubs or associations we may want to join, there are others we don’t. Some of us are of the type, to quote Groucho Marx, “There’s no club we want to join that would have us as a member.”

Then there are the clubs that simply join you, whether you ask or not. Today I was the proud bearer of bad news to welcome my wife into a club I knew she would take offense to. That club? A.A.R.P. (American Association of Retired Persons)

This month is my wife’s birthday for the big 5 – 0. She loves her birthday’s, yet, this one is one where the number shall not be named. So, being the loving husband that I am, I handed her the mail today containing a complimentary woman’s magazine for her birthday. When she looked at it, she asked, “What’s this?” I responded, “It’s a complimentary magazine for your birthday!” She said, “That’s nice, who sent it?” I said, “AARP, welcome to the club.”

The silence in my home ever since has been both deafening, as well as scary.

It seems my jocular notions have now befallen me into a club I had no idea I was joining, nor wanted to be a part of. That club?

The “Couch Club.”

© 2018 Mark St.Cyr