Senior Citizens

[Steffi]

A group of seniors were sitting around talking about all their ailments.

"My arms have gotten so weak I can hardly lift this cup of coffee," said one.

"Yes, I know," said another. "My cataracts are so bad; I can't even see my coffee."

"I couldn't even mark an "X" at election time, my hands are so crippled," volunteered a third.

What? Speak up! What? I can't hear you!"

"I can't turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck," said a fourth, to which several nodded weakly in agreement.

"My blood pressure pills make me so dizzy!" exclaimed another.

"I forget where I am, and where I'm going," said another.

"I guess that's the price we pay for getting old," winced an old man as he slowly shook his head.

The others nodded in agreement.

"Well, count your Blessings," said a woman cheerfully "thank God we can all still drive."

[Jane_D_C]

This was all fine until the inevitable happened: one of them ran somebody over.

As a crowd gathered, out came the cry: “Make way, please! I’m a nurse!” The nurse got through, knelt down next to the victim on the road, and said, “Actually I’m a psychiatric nurse. Tell me: deep down, how do you feel about being run over?”