A group of senior citizens were exchanging complaints about their ailments. My arm is so weak that I can hardly hold this coffee cup. Yes, I know. My cataracts are so bad that I can't see to pour my coffee. I can't turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck. My blood pressure pills make my dizzy. I guess that's the price we pay for getting old. Well, it's not all bad. We should be thankful that we can still drive.