My mother befriended an elderly lady in the hospital.
This morning the lady told me: “Your mother didn’t sleep at all last night and me neither. She was coughing and then there is this Englishman next to her.” She pointed to the bed next to my mother’s.
The lady continued her diatribe: “The nurses make me angry. A couple of years ago they broke my leg in this hospital. You won’t believe it, but it’s true. This time they just broke my dentures. Count your blessings – that’s what I say. But the food is good here; the food is excellent.” “Whole food,” my mother said. “Not bad at all.”