Joan was a bit of a demon in her wheel chair, and loved to charge around the nursing home, making corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors. Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of a picnic the other residents tolerated her and some of them actually joined in.

One day Joan was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and cook Clarence stepped out with his arm out stretched. "STOP" he shouted in a firm voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?" Joan fished around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held it up to him. "OK" he said, and away Joan sped down the hall.

As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, weird Harold popped out in front of her and shouted "STOP! Have you got proof of insurance?" Joan dug into her handbag, pulled out a drink coaster and held it up to him. Harold nodded and said "On your way, Ma'am."

As Joan neared the final corridor, Crazy Greg stepped out in front of her, butt naked, and holding his you know what in his hand.

"Oh, good grief," yelled Joan, "Not that Damn Breathalyser Test again!!!"