The head care giver here at the old folks home met me in the hall and asked, "Ain'tcha goin' down front and getcha no ice cream?" She wasn't putting on an accent for comic effect. That's the way she talks.
And snob that I am, I worry because that's the person who is in charge of the life-giving medications here. Sometime I feel more secure living in an assisted living facility.
But sometimes I feel my life is in peril.