Actual conversation between Dad and another patient he had dinner with at the new facility:
Man: “Say, I think I’ve been needing to send you a check!”
Dad: “Oh?”
Man: “If you’ll give me a business card, I’ll get a check in the mail to you.”
Dad pats down his trousers, opens his wallets, pulls out a little card that is not a business card. Hands it to the man.
Man takes the card, looks at it and puts it in his pocket. “Good! I’ll send you a check right away.”
Dad: “Oh, that’s good!”
Both men leave the dining room happy.
Can he send me one?!
One of those sweet/sad/poignant moments.