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--------------------------------------------------------------------- >> >> > >> >> > Ethel is a bit of a demon in her wheelchair and loves 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 is a >> >> > sandwich short of a picnic, the other residents tolerate her, and >> >some >> >> > actually join in for pleasure. >> >> > >> >> > One day, Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened >> >> > and a man stepped out with his arm out stretched. "STOP!" he said >> >> > in a firm voice. >> >> > "Have you got a valid drivers license?" >> >> > >> >> > Ethel fished around in her handbag on her lap and pulled out a >> >> > candy bar wrapper which she held up to him. >> >> > >> >> > "Ok" he said, and she went on her way. Taking the >> >> > corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, another man stepped out in >> >> > front of her and shouted "Stop! Have you got valid registration >> >for your >> >> > vehicle, madam?" >> >> > >> >> > Ethel dug into her handbag again and pulled out a photo of her late >> >> > husband which she held up to him and he allowed her to carry on. >> >> > >> >> > Going down the final corridor before the front door, a third >> >> > man stepped out in front of her. He was stark naked and was >> >holding a >> >> > sizeable erection in his hand. "Oh no", screeched Ethel, "Not the >> >> > breathalyser again!"