After I discovered Ms. Frieda trying to gnaw through a plastic wrapped sandwich at Woodbridge, I decided enough was enough and moved her to a new facility - Sunrise in Tustin.  A few months later I got an angry call from her brother-in-law, Bob, that it was outrageous that I had moved her to where "my girlfriend" worked.

Umm, excuse me?

Apparently Ms. Frieda told Bob that I was always trying to invite "my girlfriend" to lunches with us.  Who might that be Bob?  The nurse?  The "fat" nurse?  The married nurse?

Oh, Ms. Frieda is feeling jealous.

Bob quickly apologized and said that all the older ladies where he is at are chasing after him.  He realized that Ms. Frieda was misunderstanding me wanting an aide to assist, to her reality that we were a "pair".

I laughed a good laugh because this was the third time I had a client assume, or in one case, proposition.