Growing Old Gracefully

[phkrause]

Rachel lived on the Upper West Side of Manhattan and was having lunch with a bunch of her friends, all in their thirties. Soon the conversation turned to the dismal prospect of our growing older.

"Well, judging by my mother," Rachel said, “there may be some benefits.”

“Really?” said her friend Sarah. “Name one!”

“Well over the years my mother’s hearing has improved. From a few thousand miles away she says that she can hear my biological clock ticking!”