Working with senior citizens has a great perk.
The shit they say.
Setting: Hallway near Living Room- Resident- June (Note: She has a southern accent)
June: Come heyre Veronica
Me: Hey June bug whats up?!
June: (proceeds to poke my left breast)
June: Are those arty-fiycial?
Me: Errr... ummm... *excesive laughing*...yes June, I grew them all by myself
June: Myine too (grabs my hand) Touch myine... thay are all nautyrual baby.
Setting: Cafe - Resident- Don- (Very sharp sun-of-a-gun)
Me: Hey Don, were painting birdhouses in the personal expressions room, to hang in the courtyard. Want to come?
Don: Honestly Veronica, No I don't want to come. More birds means more damn bird shit, and I'm not going to have any business with bringing more shit into my life.
Oh they say the darndest things...