Today i felt like i have to document a moment in someones life that kind of freaked me out a bit. and if I get freaked out im dragging you all down with me, so here goes.
Being a designer, I work at a retirement home cleaning apartments. This job kind of has a doctor-patient confidentiality thing going on (yes I am actually trying to sound important, play along) So I'm going to call my following subject patient X (and pretend i'm Scully). When i arrived at patient X's apartment, she opened the door and rushed back down the hall yelling that she has to go change her sons diaper. Now see, I've met X before, been to her crib, thrown back a few shots (of coffee) with her so i knew all her screws weren't screwed on tight. Ive also met her 60 year old son so naturally I just told her to wash her hands after and broke out the vacuum cleaner.
Soon she would come out of the kitchen, make me get out of the way and say, let me pass quickly, I just want to see if I have a cigarette in there. Go granny I thought, and moved out of her way. And so it began. She would look and look and finally she would come to the conclusion that she was probably out of cigarettes but as soon as her ass hit the chair again, she would get up, excuse herself for bothering me, make her way passed the vacuum cleaner and mumble, im just gonna see if i have any cigarettes hidden away anywhere. For another five-ten minutes id hear all the cabinets in the house opening and closing followed by the toilette seat and the microwave being checked until finally she'd come to me and say "looks like i smoked them all!" Little did she know she'd be up and running around again in about 30 seconds. Five times later, I finally put a cigarette for her in the fridge and low and behold, she spent the rest of the time on the balcony out of my way. In retrospect i guess I overlooked the fact that by having her find something as random as a cigarette in the refrigerator, I must have upped her crazy a little...
But hey, you learn something new every day.
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