I am Going to Run for President

The other day, my wife and I were discussing our budget. With the cost of everything going up and being on a limited income, Social Security, and a small annuity, making ends meet has become very difficult. How will we pay the upkeep on our house, which we should have sold a couple of years ago and downsized, and have money left over for groceries? We all make dumb mistakes.

Since I have ridden this old rock we call Earth around the sun nearly 85 times, my prospects of finding employment are between slim and nonexistent. Although I have been a police officer, spent 20 years as a farm broadcaster on the top radio station in the Midwest, 12 years as a US Congressman, and 13 years as Vice President of Forensic, Technology, Inc., nobody seems very interested in hiring an old, recovering politician.

While looking around at the job market, it is a possibility to go to work for one of the fast-food places in town. The only drawback is I walk with a cane. Taking a tray of soft drinks and hamburgers to a car would not work well.