Sometimes when I do cooking and cleaning at my one assisted living client's with disabilities, I turn on the TV, if she's in her room resting.
A long time ago, she or her (lesbian) sister had told me to use the one power button on the top of the remote control but not the other one, and I guess at some point I had gotten mixed up about them.
So, when I went in to work the other week, on the list of stuff to do and to know about was a reminder note about which button on the remote control was the right one to use.
"Sorry about that," I was like.
"No worries," my one assisted living client with disabilities was like. "The beatings will come later."
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