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Another one from the files of the discerningly astute Revenoor. This one on
the subject of assisted living...

This is something that happened recently at a nearby assisted living center.

The residents there have small apartments but they all eat at a central
cafeteria.

One morning one of the residents didn't show up for breakfast so my wife
went upstairs and knocked on his door to see if everything was OK. She
could hear him through the door and he said that he was running late and
would be down shortly so she went back to the dining area.

An hour later he still hadn't arrived so she went back up towards his room
and she found him on the stairs. He was coming down the stairs but was
having a hell of time. He had a death grip on the hand rail and seemed to
have trouble getting his legs to work right.

She told him she was going to call an ambulance but he told her not to as
he wasn't in any pain and just wanted to have his breakfast. So she helped
him the rest of the way down the stairs and he had his breakfast.

When he tried to return to his room he was completely unable to get up
even the first step so they called an ambulance for him.

A couple hours later she called the hospital to see how he was doing.

The receptionist there said he was fine, he just had both of his legs in one
hole of his boxer shorts.
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