Last month at the resthome, I was wheeling the one resident who used to be a building contractor back to his room after dinner, and right when we get to his door, it slowly creaks back and opens up against the wall, like it was slightly loose on its hinges and had coincidentally just started to open then, right when we got there.
"That's funny," the one resident was like, "I wonder if somebody did that."
Then, we get inside, and though the door is really close against the wall, we look, and there's my one (Tibetan) coworker with an inappropriate sense of humor, wedged in behind the door, and silently snickering to herself.
. . .
(She must have gone around to check on him to give him his medications, checked in to see if he was in his bedroom, and then gone to go back out and heard us coming, and so decided to prank us.)
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