Many years ago, when my friend T. and I were both broke (she no longer is, I’m, well, I ain’t at her level), we’d fantasize about how we’d support ourselves in old age:
“Let’s rob banks, and if we don’t get caught—helloooo Costa Rica. And if we do, then it’s at least three hots and a cot.”
That’s if the lottery didn’t work out for us.
Well, it seems some seniors have beaten us to it:
Never was much of a golf fan.