Cue the Wacka-Wacka Guitar
I work in the corporate office for a company that owns several senior housing properties (assisted living residences, nursing homes, senior apartments, and the like). Across the parking lot from my office is one of the nursing homes.
A couple of minutes ago, Bonnie, the Admission’s Director from said nursing home called me and said, “Meet me in the parking lot.”
I paused and then said in my best 1970s porno actor’s voice, “Well, it’s about time.”
Her answer?
“Please.”
Same answer my wife gives me.
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