True story from Sue of Sugar Hill. Her parents are in assisted living. One day Mom noticed that a neighbor had the paper delivered each day and expressed the notion that she maybe should subscribe, too. “Oh no,” the neighbor said. “I get up very early and read the paper right off. I’ll just drop it off at your door when I’m finished.”
The plan worked well until the neighbor came down with the epizudic* and was bed bound for a few days. When she felt a little better, she delivered a stack of papers to Mom. “These are old news,” she said. “Maybe you don’t want them.”
Oh, Mom said, “I don’t read them. I spread them out around the toilet bowl. Bill has a poor aim.”
(* a Yankee word for being sick-a-bed. Kind of like a flu.)
The plan worked well until the neighbor came down with the epizudic* and was bed bound for a few days. When she felt a little better, she delivered a stack of papers to Mom. “These are old news,” she said. “Maybe you don’t want them.”
Oh, Mom said, “I don’t read them. I spread them out around the toilet bowl. Bill has a poor aim.”
(* a Yankee word for being sick-a-bed. Kind of like a flu.)
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