One night at the resthome like a month ago, stuff got done incredibly early, and so I changed out of my work clothes like a half hour before work ended, so I could go and sit in the lobby and study my (Egyptian) flashcards there before clocking out for the night.
"What happens if they need help," my one (edgy) (Ethiopian) coworker was like when she saw me, "Someone call, someone need help, but you like this."
"Nothing," I was like. "We work with old people, they have bad eyes."
And, she looked at me and didn't know what to say for a second, and then chuckled softly, but you could tell in her eyes that she was ready to pounce but was confused somehow from being thrown off of her gameplan.
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