This past week, I was leaving work for the night and this one (younger) resthome resident was outside having a smoke, since he's a bit of a nightowl.
It was raining a bit, so I stood outside with him and talked a bit until the rain died down some so I could walk to the subway station, since I had forgotten my umbrella.
Anyhow, we talked for a while about the whole Supreme Court thing, and at some point I made the comment that politics was stressing me out and I just needed a break from it for a little while.
"Well," he was like, "You're not going to get it."
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