Resthome Running Joke (4 of 5): Still another occurrence.

Still another time, I was assisting that same resident, and she asked me to check something on the tag on the back of the sweater that she was wearing.

"What does it say?", she was like.

So, I put on a reading voice, and was like, "Hi, my name is [her first and last name], if you find me in a gutter, please return me to [the name of the rest home, street address]."

 At that, she laughed and was like, "Yeah, you really got the right one, I'll tell you that."

Resthome Running Joke (3 of ?): Yet another occurrence.

Yet another time at the resthome, I was assisting that same resident, and when I asked her how she was doing, she was like, "Sore."

"That's what you get for passing out in gutters," I was like.

Resthome Running Joke (2 of ?): Another occurrence.

Soon after that, I was escorting that same resident to dinner, and the menu included "White zinfandel chicken."

"Hey [her name]," I was like, "Don't sneak in back and lick the wine off the chicken like you did last time."

Then, I was like, "They had to throw the whole pan out, please think about everybody else."

Resthome Running Joke (1 of ?): First occurrence.

One of the residents at the resthome is like 80 and really open-minded but is relatively straight-laced, and has a good sense of humor to boot.

So, this winter when I was escorting her to a party, I was like, "Have a good time, but don't make a scene like last year, make sure you leave some beer for everyone else."

She got a chuckle out of that, and was like, "Yeah, you got the right one."

Later that same night, I also made some joke and was like, "Do you want to go to concert, or do you want to go hang out at the bar for a while?"

(They had a small bar set up in the corner of the resthome lobby.)

She liked that too.

So, since I like running jokes and since she took everything in stride, that night ended up being the first occurrence of our ongoing running joke...

A joke the other week, from some Romanians.

Q: "What's the difference between Hungary and us?"

A: "We built refugee camps, but no-one came."

. . .

Overall, it was a self-deprecating joke about their country, but one of the Romanians I was with explained to me that Romania actually built a refugee camp or two in expectation of a stream of Syrian refugees, but all that traffic that was headed up to Germany actually shifted onto a different route and ended up in Hungary instead, so their refugee camps ended up empty.

Sidewalk find the other week:

A $20 bill in freshly fallen snow by the side of a minimall on a main road near my house, as I walk back one night from the grocery store with groceries and there's no-one else around.

Conundrum of a (Tibetan) coworker.

The other week at the resthome, my one (Tibetan) coworker with an edgy sense of humor asked me for some help.

"I'm filling out a form," she was like.  "It says nationality, what do I write, Stateless?".

We then had a long conversation about her current citizenship (U.S.) and her previous country (born and raised as a stateless person in India, but not a citizen of there).

Finally, I was like, "Put Stateless, with Tibetan in parentheses right after it," and I made a cupping motion with my hands, like putting parentheses around a word.

"But I already wrote Stateless," she was like.

"Okay, then that's fine," I was like, "But maybe just be ready to change it if they have any questions."