My Uncle Toby has always been a busy man so when he retired at the age of 70 it was no surprise that he decided to take up a new career. What was bit of surprise was his choice of career. He announced, in between the Brussels sprouts and gravy being passed to him across the Sunday table, that starting Monday he was going to be a medical distributor. Catching the Brussels sprouts in her lap my mother asked what on earth a medical distributor did anyway and Uncle Toby explained that basically he'd be going around all the old age home in the area to show them new wheelcahirs, walking frames, bedpans and all the kinds of medical equipment that they use in old age homes. We all nodded sagely and congratulated him on his new path in his life and wished him many wheelchairs sold.
Taking a wheelchair to work was a bit more difficult than Uncle Toby had envisaged, however, and on Monday morning we all watched with open mouths as he tried to fit the wheelchair in the rather small boot of his old Mini. We watched from upstairs though as it was freezing cold outside and cheered him on so loudly through the window that the neighbours started joining in. Eventually Tom form across the street ran over with a piece of rope and helped Uncle Toby tie down the boot so that the wheelchair would actually stay put. Tom had also tied a few empty tin cans to the other end of the rope so when Uncle Toby pulled off and away he really didn’t look too much like a medical distributor at all.
When he came home that night he was in fine spirits. We couldn't shut him up for a minute and it was only the lamb chops and Yorkshire pudding (they were Uncle Toby's absolute favourite) that gave us all a moment of peace. He told us some wild tales about the people in the old age home and the nurses and doctors. Said he was a lucky man indeed that his family hadn't up and dumped him in one of those places but that some of them weren’t too bad after all. He'd had a pretty good start as medical distributor as well, having sold two wheelchairs in one day. He reckoned it was the way he demonstrated them by whizzing up and down the corridors that did it, showed them off to their best advantage he said.
By 9pm he was out for the count, said being a medical distributor was tiring work indeed and he had to get an early start in the morning. And he did, the same struggle endued with the wheelchair and off he went. But he came back a little earlier that day. We heard him quietly opening the front door (it squeaked something awful) and whispering as he did so. Wondering who on earth he was talking to we went to greet him and were amazed to see a little sprightly old lady with an enormous smile and even bigger hair standing next to him. Uncle Toby smiled shyly, and said "everyone. I'd like you to meet Flo, Flo this is everybody". It seemed that my Uncle Toby was such a good medical distributor that he brought his work home with him.
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Verne Eliasov manages the website http://www.seremed.com , a site devoted to providing you with the best information about medical distributors
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