“I work in a nursing home. Your sweet little Meemaw and Pawpaw are assholes. I worked at Walmart before my nursing home and I had way fewer problems with rude, entitled, and plain malicious people than I do now in nursing. Almost all of the men sexually harass the female staff too. Including, but not limited to, sexually explicit comments and requests, grabbing, groping, flashing, masturbating, etc etc. This is, surprisingly, much more common amongst completely cognizant residents than it is amongst those with dementia. Its an extremely difficult job and no one gets paid enough, especially not the aid because we’re the ones exclusively dealing with almost all of the stuff mentioned above.”
“It’s about the sugar, period. Telling a diabetic an apple is healthier than a cookie is like telling an alcoholic a Bloody Mary is healthier than a shot. Try getting it past your liver.”
God, I love these stories. When an arrogant ass goes on and on about something and then a hidden expert quietly demolishes them in front of everyone, it’s a magical thing.
One of my favorite memories was back in Colorado. I was in peak form, with many, many mountain summits and solo backcountry hikes under my belt but I was a young chick with long blonde hair and I guess that’s all a lotta men need to know.
How’s this for eerie? I was reading the description of the Mt. St. Helens blast in a New York Times article at 8:32 AM this morning, the exact time of that blast 40 years ago.
