The truth can sneak up on you when it's anti-drug humor
The following anti-drug humor story was contributed by a Senior Citizen friend of ours. She and my wife, Pam, get together whenever they can, even if the excuse is simply to get me over there for soup and chocolate cake.
Oh. And for assembling our friend's new exercise bike while I'm there.
Important point: While we've been assured the story is TRUE, it did NOT happen to the lady herself. It did, however, happen to a friend of hers.
One day, her friend had to deliver a stool sample to her doctor. This was not something she wished to advertise to the general public, but...how to keep it private? The sample was in a clear plastic bag, which did the job of containment but certainly not the job of concealment. She thought and thought...
And came up with a great idea.
Though our friend doesn't mind being known as the one who shared this story, she told Pam she'd just as soon the poetic humor conversion was left up to us.
The subject of the story wishes to remain anonymous, which is quite understandable.
The Purse Of Justice
Copyright 2007 by Pamela Baker
Her doctor knew his business
So she did just what he said
But how could she deliver
A stool sample...and not turn red?
Yet then at last she did remember
What she'd intended to discard
The dog had pulled it from the trash can
That old purse out in the yard
She had the sample in a baggie
And the baggie in the purse
Just a-walking down the sidewalk
When things went from bad to worse
Two young men snatched at the leather
She tried to hold it with her hand
Telling them that they'd regret it
It held not what they thought it had
They laughed and yanked it loose and boogied
She never saw them after that
Not on the street nor in the 'hood
Not up a hill, nor on the flat
But they likely needed money
For their daily drugs, or worse
And she'd have loved to see their faces
When they opened up the purse