Resthome Wisecracks (3 of 3): Dropping Things.

Sometimes when the one resthome resident who wants to die drops something, she says something along the lines of, "Look at me, I drop everything, I'm so terrible."

So, the other week when I was helping her before bedtime, I hung up her shirt to dry on the shower pole in her bathroom, and then I turn around and the next thing you know, her shirt falls to the floor and made that soft ruffle sound that clothes do when they fall or get thrown onto the floor from some decent distance.

"Ugh, look at me, I'm so terrible, I drop everything," I was like to her, devilishly.

And, she chuckled, and was like, "At least I'm not in it."