My boss' daughter decided her dad should be put in an old-folk's home because, well he was getting forgetful, among other things.
The boss relunctantly agrees, and then recognized that he might actually enjoy being around other people who probably shared some of his interests,. Maybe he could even boss them around, if he could remember.
The daughter made the arrangements, got my boss to the home and he proceeded to get settled in.
I visited him one day to ask how things were.
He told me that one day he took a walk and pretty soon found a very nice sunporch. He sat down and after a few minutes started to lean to the left. An attendant saw him and rushed over with a pillow to prop him up.
A few minutes later, he said he started to lean to the right. Again, the attendant came rushing over with a pillow and propped up his right side.
A few minutes later yet he said he started to tip forward. Without a word the attendant came forward, propped him up and put a strap around him to hold him in place.
It seems like a good place after all, I told him.
The boss then said, "Well actually, I really like it here except for one thing - they won't let me fart."
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