Yesterday I went to pick up the cab, and it died.
The bossman said, "I don't the money to fix it; sorry."
I said to myself (well, I'm in the Wickershams' living room, so I won't repeat it).
I asked Her "WTF do I do now???"
We looked at some things, we talked to one of the sons, we talked to each other.....
and today I told the Teamsters to send me the application for my pension, then I applied for Social Security!!
It won't be as much as I'd like, or as much as if I'd waited 4 more years, but it will be more than I was making working - without the added hassle of, well, working. My aged buttocks are RETIRED!!
Peter (Who just needs to figure how to get through the next month or 3 until the funds start coming.....)