Gang activity

The gang sits in the lobby quietly resting their eyes (like I used to do in church before discovering my sleep apnea). Their goal there is to scare away the homeless and potential residents.

Bossy Evelyn gathered some sweet little “olds” around who are willing to follow and obey because they need companionship. What little conversation they have is ‘Alzheimer-ed’ every fifteen minutes. By and large the other residents ignore them – except in the dining room.

They have made a habit of coming in greatly late for meals. As soon as they sit down, the right arm on the puppet string from the ceiling shoots up to demand immediate coffee and dining service. The co-managers have been little aware of the angry comments and glances from other residents because of the perceived special treatment. The manager has told them not to give special treatment.

This morning they came in forty minutes late and the lady in charge told them it was too late for the cereal and juice service. They could still have the breakfast of eggs with biscuits and gravy. You would have thought the Pope had sinned. Bossy Evelyn went to the lady and the manager protesting that she was always being picked on. They stood firm. Hallelujah. The preacher’s wife tried to calm her down.

I went to the Manager’s table and told them they had done the right thing. Bossy yelled “Shut up, shut up, shut up! If I was as ugly as you I would not come out of my apartment.”

The good thing about it all is that she did not remember the next time she saw me. Kudos to the courageous managers.

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The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered.