Dear ancient whore with the quaffed white hair and blood red lips

According to Merriam-Webster Dictionary, (and my Firefox spell-checker), either spelling is correct.

I’d like to confess that I’m not white haired and don’t wear red lipstick, and though some may consider me old I’m only 48, but I did, just a couple of weeks ago, drive the wrong way down a one way street. The DO NOT ENTER signs were there, I could see them, but my brain turned off and I just drove that way anyway.

In my defense I was under stress and in unfamiliar territory. We had just taken my father in law to the ER and I was hurrying to park the car and get back inside with the family…still…drove right by a huge red sign that said DO NOT ENTER…

At least there was only one car and he honked at me and I realized my mistake after about 100 feet and pulled into a lot to turn around.

Not my best moment.

My Dad’s 63. I went to visit the parents a couple of weeks ago, and we went to dinner. Dad drove. We were all talking on the way back to the house, and Dad drove past his own driveway. Because he was so involved listening to the conversation. They’ve lived there over 25 years.

Yeah. I love my parents, but we’ll need to watch that one carefully.

I’m over 65 and I don’t need no retesting; I can out drive the best of you young pups. In my dreams, that is. I agree that mandatory testing should begin at a certain age and 65 seems logical; the big question is how do we pay for it? We would need a ton of testers but since we really need to improve our employment statistics, maybe testers for the elderly would be a good place to start.

As for me, when my divorce is final and I move out of my sister’s house, I’m going to find a place on a bus line and as close to a supermarket as I can get. My license expires next year and I’m beginning to have doubts as to my ability to pass the test-----they ask the same questions every year but they change the answers.