Well, boy did I make a mistake! I joined this group I thought was a senior citizen social group, and only yesterday did I realize it was a DAY CARE TYPE CENTER FOR ELDERLY AND DISABLED. I said I was gonna go every Thursday, from 7am to noon, and hoped it was a place where the old gimps and geezers and geezer-ettes could socialize together play cards and do ceramics and write poetry and such.

So yesterday I drove 20 miles to the place and soon realized it was the Pee and Poop club. One gentleman with Alzheimer's rolled himself up close to me in his wheelchair and said poo, poo. I told an employee what he said and she said no, we just took him to the bathroom. But I said no, I think he's saying he needs to go poo. Sure enough, before they could get him into the bathroom, he filled his pants and he was then taken off to be cleaned and bathed.

I was feeling a bit uneasy by then, when another gent stood up, and was peeing in his pants. Oh dear. The Pee and Poop club is not where I want to be. An employee was busy and asked if I'd read from the local paper (a really awful rag) for the edification of the people sitting around looking as stoic and old as the stone figures on Easter Island. So first in a loud voice so as to be heard by all, I read the prices for groceries at the local food mart, then decided to liven things up a bit, put a little humor in it.

I made up a story; and acted as if I were reading it from the paper. I said something like: "Deezie McWheezy is in the county jail, accused of shooting her husband Leroy with a 22 caliber pistol after she caught him cheating on his girlfriend. She aimed for his Uh-nether regions, but he turned and he got a bullet in his buttocks instead. Leroy told police 'I'm not going to take this sitting down.' The couple's chillun are wanted for questioning too, but son Shaquille is on the lam for drug charges and daughter LaToya phoned police saying "Ma is right--a man who runs around on his wife and girlfriend ain't no good. Let her out--I need a baby sitter."

As I was "reading" one lady was shaking her head saying, yeah, he got what was comin' to him. She thought the story was for real. But one lady, bless her heart was laughing--she got it. Oh my goodness, making one person laugh made my day. But I'm not going back to the P and P club again.

susil