I Must Admit, He Had A Point (Part One)

 There was quite a kerfuffle going on at the facility my father and I were at.

     We had gone there to visit an elderly friend of his. They've been friends since childhood, so I guess that makes my father elderly as well. Sadly, his friend suffers from Alzheimer's, so visiting with him is hit or miss. Sometimes he remembers who we are and sometimes he just pretends he does, but he's always nice and polite. If his condition makes him aggressive, I've never seen it. In the case of my father, who's been diagnosed pre-Alzheimer's, his doctor has prescribed what my wife and I call magic dust for him. We sprinkle it on his food and the aggression magically goes away. Anyway...

     As we pulled up, I saw workers in their scrubs herding some of the residents and their visitors back inside.

     "I guess something happened," I said to my father.

     My father didn't say anything.

     I wondered if I should have given him some magic dust before we left.

     It took a while for things to settle down, but we were finally let in. We found my father's friend in bed watching TV. He greeted us when he saw us come through the door, but it was too soon to tell if he knew who we were. The people who live here are always happy for any kind of a visitor, even those they don't know.

     "You missed all the excitement," he told us.

     "We saw," I answered. My father only grunted. "What happened?"

     "The fire alarm went off. They got most of us outside while they checked out the place. There wasn't a fire, so they brought us back inside."

     "Well, at least you got your exercise for the day," my father told him.

     "Yeah," his friend agreed.

     "Who pulled the alarm?" I asked.

     "Oh, I did that," he said, proudly.

     "You did?" I sputtered.

     My father just laughed.

     "Why would you do a fool thing like that?" he said.

     His friend became indignant.

     "Well, duh," he told us, "it says PULL."

      

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