The nice CNA who was rolling me off to the shower room asked me just how I'd gotten so banged up.
So I launched into the story yet again . . . "I stopped the truck by the garden because I wanted to pick up some pumpkins-"
"Pumpkins?" she squealed. "Pumpkins?"
It took me a minute. "Oh," I said, "Punkins, I meant punkins. I'm not from around here, am I?
