Ok, my last job before I got to stay at home and watch The Boy (2 year old nephew, I've been watching him since he was 6 months), I worked for a retirement community in the front office. It was marketed as a 'hip', active place to spend your golden years but in reality, it should have been marketed as a nursing home. 95% of our residents had Alzheimer's, dementia, were wheelchair bound, etc. I absolutely loved the job and loved my residents but sometimes, I just couldn't help but laugh. I remember very clearly, there were two women, V and O. V was 95, wore high heels every day, very active woman, but could not hear worth a darn and would not wear her hearing aids. O was 98, wheelchair bound, and feisty as heck. She could, and would often, maneuver herself into one of our chairs from her wheelchair. V liked O and one day, she came up to O and sat in O's wheel chair. They proceeded to have this conversation...
V: How are you today?
O: You're in my chair!
V: *nods* Yes, yes, it is a nice day, isn't it?
O: What are you doing in my chair??
V: *nods again* Yes, it is getting colder, isn't it?
O: Get outta my chair!
V: I think winter's coming soon.
Please note, O had a very loud voice and a thick Southern accent.
I sat in my office with our activity director listening to that conversation and we both ended up in tears from laughing so hard.