Who’s driving whom

Recently my wife’s driver’s license was about to expire, so we went to the Revenue Office to renew it. I had not done much driving in the last few years, but I thought I might get my own license renewed also. We stood in line a while, and my wife, who is several years younger then I am, got her license renewed without any problems.

As I approached the person who was issuing the licenses, I could almost see in her face what she was probably thinking. I have a rather severe limp, use a cane, have white hair, and a wrinkled face. She was likely thinking, “This old boy doesn’t need to be driving.” She took my picture, noted my birthdate, and issued me a “license” that said nothing about driving. But she said I could use it to identify myself.

Then she asked if I wanted to be an organ donor. Well, then I got a little bit “smart” with her and said, “Do you know anybody who wants a 90-yearold organ?” She said, “Just a yes or no, Mr. McFarlin.”

Well, I thought about it for a minute. Somewhere out there may be a 95-year-old, or even a 100-year-old person awaiting an organ transplant who would be glad to get a 90-yearold organ. So I said “yes.”

Well, anyway, I now do all my driving from the right front seat. For some reason, my wife is not pleased with this. She says I’m driving her nuts. JACK McFARLIN

Little Rock