My desk was positioned in the lobby area of the center where the patients would often gather to mingle (sit and weep). On one fateful afternoon, it collectively occurred to the flock of disheartened elderly that I could in fact release them from this den of despair with merely the turn of a key. I remember feeling distinctly observed while doing some paperwork at my desk when I heard, “She’s got the key,” in a revealing tone. Slowly looking up from my papers, I was met with seven pairs of conspiring eyes as the mob of seniors staggered towards me in zombie-like formation. My masterful plan of action was to grin, nervously whistle, and then casually cover the the turn key with a large book. Fortuitously, a large male nurse happened by, thus preventing what was destined to be an exact reenactment from a scene of Dawn of The Dead, but with dentures. #storybits
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 23:42:14 +0000
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