This afternoon, an elderly woman comes walking into the facility to visit some friends whom are staying here. I have Mr. T and Gerry here up front with me. We know this woman.. she is from Scotland,
and has the most awesome fucking accent ever...She comes walking in and says her usual hello's and how are you's. She decided, as she told us, to dress up today because she was going to go to church and do arts and crafts with her friends.
Now, She was wearing a blue sweater that buttoned down the front and had butterfly's on it.
She started patting herself down from the outside.. she said that she was looking for something and couldn't find it.. that it was in and inside pocket of the sweater. She wanted to bring the item in for a resident she knew would love it.. and that's when it happened......
Mrs. C (is what we will call her), said that she KNOWS she put the item in her sweater and she has to find it. So, right there, in front of Gerry, Mr. T and myself..oh, plus the security camera, she proceeds to unbutton her sweater so she can look for it. I THOUGHT that she had on a light blouse underneath the sweater
BUT NO
She had on NOTHING but a brazier under her sweater. OMFG... and she is NOT a small breasted woman. As, she took off her sweater, I was answering the phone and I didn't even know what was happening until Mr. T wolf whistles at her and Gerry tells her to take it all off..
hahahhahhahahahahahahhaahah
I almost died with that one. I walk over to her and ask her if I can help her put her sweater back on because if she didn't notice, she forgot to put on an undershirt. Mrs. C told me that I was lucky she wore a bra at all because normally she doesn't, so I needed to "Back up off her ass" and let her find her stuff.
Gerry and Mr. T called me over and told me that I needed to be quiet because if I wasn't going to let them see MY boobs, I was not, under any circumstances, to thwart their efforts to see anyone else's boobs.
lol.. at that point I was done.. I let them ogle her breasts, let her show them off for the men and the camera and I just sat there, doing my work and shaking my head. As she left, Mr. T told Gerry he totally understood why Gerry hangs out with me all day instead of in his room or the activity room.. and that i was to save him a spot next to Gerry so they can watch all the "Sweet pieces of ass that walk up in this joint"
Really................. Shit, there goes the neighbourhood
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