Harry was in the hospital. He was an old man. Anyway there was this young nurse. Every time she came in, she talked to him like a little child. She would say in a patronizing tone of voice: "And how are we doing this morning?" Well, this is a story of revenge. He had received breakfast, and pulled the juice off the tray, and put it on his stand. He had been given a urine bottle to fill. The juice was apple juice. You know where the juice went. The nurse came in and picked up the urine bottle. She looks at it. "It seems we are a little cloudy today." At this he snatches the bottle out of her hand, pops off the top and chugs it, saying "Well, I'll run it through again. Maybe I can filter it better this time."