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.


Ms. Wright: (Rolls into another patients room, eating a cookie and drinking a cup of water to tell me) Hey! I'm being kidnapped. Call the po-lice.

Me: Who is your favorite therapist?
Ms. Ingram: I don't know what a therapist is but I'm sure that you're not my favorite.