The other week at the resthome I bumped into the one resident who sings in the elevator, as she was all dressed up very nicely and on her way to pre-dinner religious services, in a wheelchair that my one (Mexican) coworker was pushing.
"Hi [the resident's first name]," I was like. "You look very elegant today."
At that, she just looked at me, then raised a finger and pointed it behind her at my one (Mexican) coworker.
"It was her idea," she was like.
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