A friend of mine was sitting on a lawn chair sunning and reading, when he was startled by a fairly late model car crashing through a hedge and coming to rest on his lawn. He helped the elderly driver out and sat him on the lawn chair.
“My goodness,” he exclaimed. “You are quite old to be driving!”
“Yes,” he replied. “I am old enough that I don’t need a license anymore. The last time I went to my doctor he examined me and asked if I had a driving license. I told him yes and handed it to him.”
“He took scissors out of a drawer, cut the license into pieces and threw them in the wastebasket. ‘You won’t be needing this anymore,’ he said.”
“So I thanked him and left.”