What Were They Thinking?
Sometime ago there was unfortunate tragedy in a nursing home where a resident was murdered. Law enforcement officials began their investigation by questioning workers and residents. The questioning of residents struck me as, well, questionable.
I have visited elderly family members in nursing homes and know that many of the residents are mentally residing someplace else. I can just imagine how an investigative interview would go.
Police Officer: Ma’am, did you see or hear anything suspicious last night?
Ma’am: Speak up, sonny, I can’t hear you.
Police Officer: Did you see anything unusual last night?
Ma’am: A bunch of old coots were playing choo-choo train with their wheelchairs. The train man was pushing them to the dining car.
Police Officer: Anything else?
Ma’am: I saw blood dripping from people’s mouths. Vampires!
Police Officer: You saw blood?
Mr. Elderly: That wasn’t blood. That was the red velvet cake people were eating.
Ma’am: Go away! I was talking to… Who are you?
Police Officer to Mr. Elderly: Did you hear anything strange last night?
Mr. Elderly: Just crazy Adele. She was screaming as usual. There she goes again.
Adele: TAKE ME HOME, MAMA! TAKE ME HOME, MAMA!
Police Officer: Is there anyone around here who might know something?
Mr.Elderly: There’s Ralph. He sees and hears everything, but he doesn’t talk.
Police Officer to self: Take me home, Mama!
For the sake of the family, I hope the case is solved, but I wouldn’t count too much on the eyewitness accounts from the residents.