Monday, June 14, 2010
Bitsy
This month, we had a funny little socialite named Bitsy come and stay with us for a few weeks. She had the air of a debutante with the humor of a dirty old man. She also loved to talk in a faus Southern accent. And she was also confused as hell. Well, one day, she walked out of the therapy room bobbing and weaving with her walker and I happened to be walking behind her. She turned to me and asked, "Honnneey, do I look like I'm drunk?" I casually replied, "Well, I can't promise that you'd pass a sobriety test if you got pulled over." She thought for a minute and said, "Well, is it the walker or is it me?" I told that that it definitely wasn't the walker's fault, to which she quickly replied, "Damn, I was hoping it wasn't me." She paused and turned, saying, "Honey, if I try to break out of this joint, please don't let me drive."
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