Sunnyside Up

The residents of Sunnyside assisted living center live in small apartments, but eat in the central cafeteria.

One morning, Joe didn’t show up for breakfast so I went upstairs and knocked on his door to see if  everything was OK.

I could hear him through the door and he said he was running late and would be down shortly.

An hour later Joe still hadn’t arrived in the dining room so I went to check on him again.  I met him halfway down the stairs, with a death grip on the handrail; he was having a hell of time getting his legs to work right.

“Joe, I’m going to call an ambulance.”

“No, no, don’t do that.  I’m not in any pain.  I’m hungry and just want to have some breakfast.”

So I helped him the rest of the way down the stairs and into the dining room.

After he finished eating, he tried to return to his room but was unable to get up even the first step.  At that point, he agreed to let us call an ambulance.

An hour later, we called the hospital to see how Joe was doing.

The receptionist said, “Oh, he’s fine.  Nothing serious.  He just had both of his legs in one leg of his boxer shorts.”

Aah . . . that’s better!

Source:  E-mail from unknown author (sent by Joe M.)