The_Caretaker
War Hero
Ethel is a bit of a demon in her wheelchair and loves 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 is a sandwich short of a picnic, the other residents tolerate her, and some actually join in.
One day, Ethel is speeding up a corridor when a door opens and a man steps out with his arm outstretched, "STOP!" he says in a firm, police like, voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?"
Ethel fishes around in her handbag on her lap and pulls out a kit-kat wrapper, which she then holds up for inspection.
"OK, all in order Ma'am", he says and off she goes on her way again.
Taking the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, another man steps out with his arm outstretched, "STOP!" he says in a firm, police like, voice. "Have you got a valid tax permit for that thing?"
Ethel fishes around in her handbag on her lap and pulls out a beer mat, which she then holds up for inspection.
"OK, all in order Ma'am", he says and off she goes on her way again.
Going around one final corner, before the front door, a third man steps out, stark bollock naked, one arm outstretched and the other grasping a sizable erection.
"OH NO", exclaims Ethel, slamming on her anchors, "Not the breathalyser AGAIN!"
One day, Ethel is speeding up a corridor when a door opens and a man steps out with his arm outstretched, "STOP!" he says in a firm, police like, voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?"
Ethel fishes around in her handbag on her lap and pulls out a kit-kat wrapper, which she then holds up for inspection.
"OK, all in order Ma'am", he says and off she goes on her way again.
Taking the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, another man steps out with his arm outstretched, "STOP!" he says in a firm, police like, voice. "Have you got a valid tax permit for that thing?"
Ethel fishes around in her handbag on her lap and pulls out a beer mat, which she then holds up for inspection.
"OK, all in order Ma'am", he says and off she goes on her way again.
Going around one final corner, before the front door, a third man steps out, stark bollock naked, one arm outstretched and the other grasping a sizable erection.
"OH NO", exclaims Ethel, slamming on her anchors, "Not the breathalyser AGAIN!"
