Last month, the one (lesbian) sister of my one assisted living client with disabilities texted me and asked me if I wanted some banana bread with chocolate chips in it, since she was in a social situation where she felt compelled to accept it as a gift, but neither her, her partner, or my client wanted any of it.
Of course I did, and I ate it all in like 3 days, some the first day when I picked it up, both at my client's apartment and then at my own apartment later that night, and then I had some for breakfast on like the 2nd and 3rd days and I polished it all off.
The next week, it was super hot out and the little super market near my client's house had ice cream on sale for $3 a carton, so I picked up a carton of Neapolitan for all of us... It was a good price, and I really wanted some, and I figured Neapolitan would cover all of the bases in terms of flavors that they potentially liked.
It did.
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