One day, three of my great aunties, Auntie Hazel, Auntie Ruth, and Auntie Pauline were sitting on a park bench having a quiet conversation when a flasher approached from across the park.
The flasher came up to the ladies, stood right in front of them and opened his trench coat.
My great Auntie Hazel immediately had a stroke.
Then my great Auntie Ruth also had a stroke.
But my great Auntie Pauline, being much older and more feeble, couldn’t reach.