Ethel was a demon on her senior scooter.  She’d charge around the nursing home, taking corners on two wheels and going flat-out down the long corridors.  Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of a picnic, the staff and 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. “Okay,” he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall.

                             

As she powerslid the corner near the TV lounge, Weird Harold popped out in front of her and shouted, “STOP! Have you got proof of insurance?” Ethel dug into her handbag and held out a drink coaster. Harold nodded and said, “On your way, Ma’am.”