Ethel and the wheel chair!
Ethel was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair,
and loved to charge around the nursing home, taking
corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum speed
on the long corridors.
Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of
a picnic the other residents tolerated her and some
of them actually joined in.
One day, Ethel was speeding up one corridor when
a door opened and Kooky Clarence stepped out with
his arm outstretched. "STOP!," he shouted in a firm
voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?"
Ethel fished around in her handbag and pulled out a
Kit Kat wrapper
and held it up to him. "OK" he said, and away
Ethel sped down the hall.
As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one
wheel, weird Harold popped out in front of her and
shouted "STOP! Have you got proof of insurance?"
Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out a drink
coaster and held it up to him. Harold nodded and
said "On your way, Ma'am."
As Ethel neared the final corridor, Crazy Craig
stepped out in front of her, buck-naked, and holding
his you-know-what" in his hand.
"Oh, good grief," yelled Ethel, "This is the fifth time
this week you have stopped me, not that damn
breathalyzer test again"
Ethel was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair,
and loved to charge around the nursing home, taking
corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum speed
on the long corridors.
Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of
a picnic the other residents tolerated her and some
of them actually joined in.
One day, Ethel was speeding up one corridor when
a door opened and Kooky Clarence stepped out with
his arm outstretched. "STOP!," he shouted in a firm
voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?"
Ethel fished around in her handbag and pulled out a
Kit Kat wrapper
and held it up to him. "OK" he said, and away
Ethel sped down the hall.
As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one
wheel, weird Harold popped out in front of her and
shouted "STOP! Have you got proof of insurance?"
Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out a drink
coaster and held it up to him. Harold nodded and
said "On your way, Ma'am."
As Ethel neared the final corridor, Crazy Craig
stepped out in front of her, buck-naked, and holding
his you-know-what" in his hand.
"Oh, good grief," yelled Ethel, "This is the fifth time
this week you have stopped me, not that damn
breathalyzer test again"
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