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Originally Posted by Torvald Von Mansee
WHERE WERE HER PARENTS!?!?!?!?
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So, I get called to a Hospital to transport this 95 year old lady to a geriatric psych facility. Which is basically a short term nuthouse for crazy old people.
Apparently she had called 911 from her home in town, and told the firefighters that responded that her mother wouldn't eat, and she's being trying to feed her for days. They searched the house and did not find anybody else there, so off to the hospital she goes for a psych evaluation.
We're bouncing down the road, the lady (pleasant old lady actually) and I are talking. I was asking her about what happened, and all she kept saying is "mother won't eat".
Few minutes later, she pulls out this fork (dunno where it came from), and says, "See, Mother won't eat". I look at the fork from across the truck, and theres this gunk on it.
I asked her, "What's on the fork?"
"catfood", she replied, "Mother won't eat!"
"Wait, who is Mother?"
"She's my cat! And I'm so worried because she hasn't eaten in days!"
Sooooo, yeah.... the firemen who were too busy to be bothered by an old lady got her stuck in a nuthouse.
Apparently she was sent home a few days later with an apology.
And a dead cat.