Volunteering at the Alzheimers Day Center
One sweet lady, let’s call her Julie, said to me:
Miss Julie: “I’m looking for my black pants. These ones I’m wearing are nice, but they aren’t mine.”
Me: I’ll go check for you, I’ll be right back. ::disappears, confirms those are in fact her only pants, comes back::
Me: Hi Miss Julie, I just checked on your pants. They are in the washing machine and should be ready soon.
Miss Julie: Oh my I hope they don’t get lost.
Me: Oh, it will be fine Miss Julie. They have a wonderful labeling system.
Miss Julie: Okay, great then, thanks.