The little old lady had been a real looker and a bt of a hellion when she was young. But, now she was 93 years old, had outlived both her husband and her kids, was crippled and confined to a wheelchair for mobility at the nursing home.

Still, she was full of spirit, had strong arms, and drove that wheelchair like it was the points leader in F-1 racing.

One day, tearing up and down the halls like greased lightning, another patient (a male) stepped out in front of her, held up his arm and open hand, and said "STOP"! She screeched to a halt, and he said, do you have a license to drive that rig? She dug around in her little purse which was on her lap, and eventually dug out a crumpled up, empty, Snickers wrapper. Opening it up, she showed it to him. He said "All right then, you can go on." And she took of like a bat leaving Hell.

Rounding the next corner of the hall, the same scene was repeated with another male patient halting her. "Lady," he said, "Do You have your proof of registration for that thing?" Again she dug into her purse, scratched around in it, and this time came up with an intact large round oatmeal cookie. She showed IT to him, and he said, "Looks current to me...okay you can go on."

So then she almost reached atmospheric escape velocity. Rounding the next corner on one wheel, she found herself face-to-face with a very large male patient in an open bathrobe, with a huge erection.

He also yelled "Stop!" and hand-signaled her to a halt. "Oh no she muttered...not the damned breathalyzer test again...!