The Nursing Home Revisited

Picked up Aunt Margaret again last night for the traditional weekly family dinner at my parents' place. I showed up at the nursing home around five, which meant that - just as i'd feared - the defensive line of wheelchairs was fully entrenched. This time, however, i discovered a secret weapon: Just send Aunt Margaret through first. Silly me, with all my ponderings about politeness. This time, i was just taking stock of my options when she, a clear veteran of the hallway wars, didn't hesitate for a second. Taking aim from her own wheelchair at the nearest offending canes and footrests, she stuck her foot out like a battering ram and judiciously gave them each in turn a hefty nudge out of the way.

Just like they always say in Chechnya, Colombia, the Sudan. It never hurts to travel with a local escort.