A fried of mine dies her hair bright colors, partly to ensure the astigmatic residents of the assisted living community she works at can recognize her easily. She is a favorite of the residents and they really like her. she is also very feminine and pretty but nursing scrubs are not meant to accentuate curves of any sort. She recently had to cut her hair short to switch from a bright red to a different color as her roots grew out. One of her longtime residents came up to her after the trim and they had a normal conversation. Normal right up to the end when he gave her a hearty clap on the shoulder.
"You know," he said with a satisfied nod, "with a face like yours a nice lad like you could get any girl he wanted!"
A slightly better sighted resident gasps at him in horror and the friend tries not to die laughing.
"I'll keep that in mind." She said seriously.
"What was your name again?" He asked brightly.
"Sally," she answered after a moment's hesitation.
"Good, good," he muttered as he turned to walk away, then paused as a confused frown crossed his face. "Wait? Sally?" He gasped as memory returned.
She smiled and let the laughter before she ruptured any important organs.
"You know," he said with a satisfied nod, "with a face like yours a nice lad like you could get any girl he wanted!"
A slightly better sighted resident gasps at him in horror and the friend tries not to die laughing.
"I'll keep that in mind." She said seriously.
"What was your name again?" He asked brightly.
"Sally," she answered after a moment's hesitation.
"Good, good," he muttered as he turned to walk away, then paused as a confused frown crossed his face. "Wait? Sally?" He gasped as memory returned.
She smiled and let the laughter before she ruptured any important organs.
RSS Feed
