So I work in a nursing home as a speech therapist, and a large part of my day is talking to adorable little old men and ladies who are either quite demented or just unabashed to be old and crazy. I jot down some of the funny comments and stories they tell me and want to share them with the world.

Me: How are you?
Mr. Goode: I'm Goode. Don't you remember me?

Mr. Goode: I saw your sister near Brookside. I think she was in a car accident. It wasn't serious. Her name is James. She favors you.