Shit, Sally thinks to herself. I am definitely getting too old for this. Only three shifts left before retirement. Ain’t this a classic.
Then she takes a shallow breath and speaks.
“Hey Audrey”, Sally says in as normal a cadence as she can muster. “What are your plans for Easter?”
Audrey stops her movement with such abruptness that she staggers backward three steps, bumps into the chair she leaped out of just moments before, drops the scissors to the floor then relaxes down into the cushioned seat.
“I think my mom is going to pick me up on Good Friday at approximately 3:45 pm., or maybe 3:47 p,m, Do you need to know exactly what time she is bringing me back?”
“Sure, if you want to find out”, Sally sighs then adds, “it would be good to know for the weekend staff”.
“Mental note, Sally thinks... we need to lock sharp office stuff in the cabinet too, not just things from the resident’s rooms and common areas. Can’t believe this never came up before....”