Elevator Shaft

Late Night Jello:

Iowahawk imagines a conversation between an older lady and a hospital orderly.

You're a Christian, aren't you, Mrs. Petrowski? Me too. I guess my favorite part of the Bible is where it talks about how we all get our allotted "three score and ten." Seventy years, right there in the Bible. And you are, now what was it, 83?

Okay, 78. Still, that's what, eight years over your biblical limit? That's one amazing overtime run you're having, I'd say. Almost unnatural.
Psalm 90:10 actually does imagine you making it to fourscore years. Still, there's reason in it to cheer the heart of an orderly of the type Iowahawk imagines.

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