A story!
Last night at work, I helped an ancient, toothless old man carry his food upstairs. No big, except I'm getting a serious creep vibe from him all from the moment I walked his order out... But I figured that was because of the lack of teeth, to be honest.
So we get to the door to his room and he looks at me and I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP, says to me...
"Would you reach into my pocket and get the key out for me?"
No. No, I cannot. For oh, so many reasons.
So we get to the door to his room and he looks at me and I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP, says to me...
"Would you reach into my pocket and get the key out for me?"
No. No, I cannot. For oh, so many reasons.