New Pointe has two new residents--or really, two have returned: Kate and Paul. They lived here a couple of years ago, moved out and now they are back.
They are horrible. 'Horrible' as in, 'Hard to describe how horrible'. They complain constantly. Ask for all kinds of extra help and complain, complain and complain. Most of the time that I see them, they are talking to the help and administrators--complaining.
And they don't like each other. I overheard this gem between them the other night:
"Shit. Get out of the way." Paul was rolling down the hallway with his wheeled-walker.
"Damn it, you rolled over my foot, you shit."
"Well, you keep your foot out in the way."
"Shit. I did not."
Love: it's a wonderful thing.
The scary thing is someone told me that 'they used to be worse when they were here a couple of years ago.' I can't even imagine.
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