He told me that he had never been so busy since he has been retired. I concurred. I wondered how I could have ever found time to work given my games of golf, visiting the offspring, and unfairly shouting at the Loma Linda billing clerks trying to straighten out, what should be, a simple problem with the Medicare billing.
I finally hung up in frustration trying to ferret out an inaudible response . . . just before I tossed my hearing aids into the trash. Then, of course, I had to dig through the trash and get them. I didn’t want to miss the next air raid drill in case a hydrogen bomb was on its way from North Korea.
So, to sum up, I spent twenty minutes on the phone trying to resolve the issue with the medical soft-talker, twenty minutes trying to find my hearing aids in the trash, and twenty minutes cleaning out the coffee grounds from my hearing aids.
So, when do I have the time to do the things I planned for retirement?