Jan
Mabeline, an elderly lady in a retirement home, was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair and loved to charge around the corners at maximum speed, pretending she was driving a Ferrari. The other residents tolerated her, and some actually joined in!
One day, Mabeline was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and a male resident stepped out with his arm outstretched. “Stop!” he said in a firm voice. “Have you got a license for that thing?” Mabeline fished around in her handbag on her lap and pulled out a Kit-Kat wrapper which she held up to him. “OK” he said and she went on her way.
After taking the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, another man stepped out in front of her and yelled, “Stop! Have you got a valid road tax for your vehicle, madam?” Mabeline dug into her handbag again and pulled out an old supermarket receipt which she held up to him and he allowed her to carry on.
Going down the final corridor before the front door, a third resident stepped out in front of her. This one was stark naked and was holding a sizable erection in his hand. “Oh No,” said Mabeline, “…not the breathalyzer again!”
