The Nursing Home Police

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 Daft Davie 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, Crazy Colin 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. Colin nodded and said “Carry on, ma’am.”

As Ethel neared the final corridor before the front door, Mad Bob stepped out in front of her, stark naked, holding his ‘willie’ in his hand.

“Oh no,” yelled Ethel, “Not the breathalyzer test again!”