THIS IS A GASSER!!!!
“Ma’am, what brings you here tonight?” the E.R. doctor asked Mama who was stretched across the gurney giggling while I nervously paced, as if she’d expire at any moment. “Looks like you overdid it on the dance floor,” he chuckled.
Yeah, while boogying to the Rubber Radial Rumba.
Before Mama answered, I pointed to her swollen foot, her blackened toes resembling grotesque piano keys. “I don’t know how it happened, but I did it! I shrieked. “I ran over her! My own Mama! Not once, but three times!” I blurted, throwing myself on the mercy of the medical circuit while clutching the blue, leather, tell-all evidence. You know that old cliché, “from tragedy comes comedy– and a squashed ballet flat.”
“Three times, huh? Was it on purpose?” the comedic physician howled surveying my damage.
The nurses exploded with laughter as did Mama, obviously delusional with pain. As…
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