Thursday, September 25, 2014

Sammy: Happy New Year

Sam was sitting in his favorite spot at Menorah Manor ... getting ready for Rosh Hashanah services to start.

There was a high pitched squeal in the room. As I sat down next to him, I realized that the squeal was coming from his lap. His hearing aid was wrapped in something latex.

I didn't even want to ask.

"Joel ... put this in my ear." Sammy said loudly.

"Maybe I should get someone for this." I answered.

"You what? Want something to drink?"

"No ... just a second."

"Shhhhhh!" That came from his friend next to him.

"Oh you shut up." He snarled at her.

"You are so loud Sam."

"What is she complaining about Joel?"

Fortunately, his nurse came up to him at that minute and put his hearing aid in.

His friend Iris walked quickly in my direction. "Oh good. You finally came to visit."

"Um ... finally, Iris?"

"He needs you here Joel."

Sammy looked up at me and said. "I never realized how big you are Joel."

"Huh!" Iris said. "I remember when he was skinny."

 Why I put myself through this abuse, I don't know. I'm sure there was a higher purpose ... I just can't remember.

Oh yeah ... Happy New Year!

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