Once upon a time, there was a lowly grocery cart. We shall call him Stanley. He was a lovely cart, but was so unhappy that he ran away from home to see if he could make something better out of his life.........
As he was wheeling along, he came to a street corner. A scary man in a long trench coat yelled out, "hey you, grocery cart, do I have just the thing for you".
Stanley was intrigued. He moved closer to the man, when all of the sudden, he was thrown into the back of a van, and whisked away, in the company of other wishful grocery carts.
When next he awoke, he felt different. The doctor came into the room and asked how he was feeling. He was told that there had been a horrible accident, and that they had to do some reconstructive surgery.
Stanley was shocked. He asked for a mirror to see what they had done. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he saw
this.........
The doctor began a chilling maniacal laugh. Bolts of lightning came into the room. Stanley was so afraid he tried to run. But his movement was different.
"My name is Doctor Sadist. I have used my incredible powers to bring pain and suffering upon the sick and afflicted across the land".
And so began Stanley's new life. Doctor Sadist had promised many unsuspecting hospitals the cost benefit of his new and improved wheelchair. In their never ending search for making more profits for their CEO's, the hospitals bought them in droves. No thought as to how the cold, caged steel would feel upon the weary bodies of those forced required to use them.
*this is a story by Dazee Dreamer. no grocery carts where injured in the process of this story*
I saw that on your FB and was like who in the Sam Hill came up with that contraption. Surely it was meant for kids please tell me kids...
ReplyDeleteI think it's pretty appropriate, and probably very true. I mean, how else could they have come up with such a ludicrous idea?
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