The other week like a half hour before dinner, I was in the elevator with this one resthome resident in a wheelchair who usually goes down to dinner a bit early, and this other resthome resident who's always usually a bit late stepped in to the elevator with us.
"You heading down to dinner this early?!", I was like.
"No," he was like, "I'm going out right now, for some neighborhood business."
"Neighborhood business?", the one resident in the wheelchair I was pushing was like. "[The other guy's first name], it sounds like you're going outside for a drug deal."
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