The Secret Agent in Bed Four
We’d just gotten a new resident on the skilled nursing floor where I work, and I was taking his history. Mr. J was a really nice guy, very friendly and amiable. He shared that he’d been retired for a while now.
“What type of work did you do?” I asked him.
“I used to be a building contractor, but now I’m a secret agent.”
I thought I didn’t hear him right. “What did you say?”
“I’m a secret agent,” Mr. J laughed. He lifted his hand, and I could see he had Parkinson’s. “I’m shaking, not stirred!”
Contributed by Rita R, Illinois
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