That same shift at the resthome, I ended up escorting that same hundred year-old resident back up to her room later that day, and in the elevator we ran into the one resthome resident with a heavy New York accent.
She was saying that she just went to go return all of these books to the one staff member who coordinates drop-offs with the library, since her great-grandkids have been visiting a lot lately and she's been going through a lot of books with them on every visit.
"Oh, you're a wonderful grandmother," the one hundred year-old resident was like to her, as the elevator came into her floor.
"Great-grandmother," she was like, as the elevator doors opened.
"So, that actually makes you a great great-grandmother," I was like, as she was stepping out of the elevator.
"Oh, you're so nice," the one hundred year-old resident was like to me, as the doors closed.
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