One night, the hospital where I work received a bomb threat. As a result, the other nurses and I were directed to check our patients' rooms for anything supicious.

Using a small flashlight, I entered the room of an 83-year-old woman. She was sleeping, so I carefully tiptoed inside and began to poke around near a box of candy she had received earlier that day.

Suddenly the woman bolted awake. "If you wanted a piece of candy," she scolded, "all you had to do was ask."