A few weeks ago, Poppy (my stepdad) received a special delivery.
Technically, it’s not an ACTUAL Rascal, I just can’t help calling it that.
RRRRRASCAL. *jazz hands*
Mobility scooters aren’t cheap. Because Medicare covers only a small portion of the cost, he and Grammy had nearly given up on ever owning one. Which meant, due to the nature of his Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease, Poppy would remain (for the most part) housebound.
That all changed when they crossed paths with a empathetic pharmacist/medical equipment retailer who has a father in the same position. Thanks to good fortune and Grammy’s uncanny ability to charm anyone, this pharmacist surprised them with a nearly new scooter at virtually no charge. Seriously. Mind-blowingly cheap.
Put Poppy behind the wheel, and he’s a kid with a Big Wheel at Christmas.
I came into work last week and this was on my desk. QB had printed out the daily Police Reports — something for which our town is … kind of well known. You’ll see what I mean.
We’ve made it on Leno more than once. Well, the TOWN has. Not the Pie Family PERSONALLY. Although, back in college, I’m pretty sure my brother’s antics earned a mention or two.
And for the record, no, the Scooter DUI was not Poppy. Although I may have an idea who the half-bald woman was …
Now I’m inspired to start posting more reports for your weekly enjoyment. Okay, for MY weekly enjoyment.
Oh yeah. The scooter salesman is a single dad of a six-year-old daughter. Grammy totally tried to set us up. Which never ends well. But that’s a story for another post.