Repairs Needed

"Honey?" Mrs. A called the CNA over to her table at suppertime.

"What can I do for you, hon?" she asked.

"Somebody has to fix my head," she said.

"Your head? What's wrong with your head?" the aide asked, bending down for a closer look.

"Well, I'm crazy," she said.

Patting her shoulder, the aide stood up. "Oh, that's OK, hon. You're in the right place because we're all crazy here."