There's been a lot of talk here about dreams. My worst nightmare is that I would find a job. The antique business has been bad, really bad, lately and my scooter fund is depleted, but I still don't want a job. We get by on our retirement, so I don't want a job. Been there, overdone that. I don't even want to dream about a job. I can't stand to think about setting an alarm clock, so I don't want a job.
I guess I'll just have to clinch my teeth and get by without any more scooters, at least for a while. A job! No, no, not that! Anything but a job! I never really wanted to be a greeter at the Walmart, or a burger flipper anyway.

So now you know what old folks *really* worry about.
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