We only have a couple male nurses on staff. One of them worked last night.
I walked into Mrs. A's room. She wasn't there, but her walker was. I knocked on the bathroom door.
"Mrs. A, are your legs still bothering you?"
"Do you need a pain pill?"
"Yes. And some of that stuff you rub on my legs."
"OK. The nurse has that. Let me go tell him."
So, I located the nurse, told him what she needed and returned to the room.
When I arrived, she was sitting on the side of the bed in her nightgown. As I was watching her take her pills, Mr. Nurse knocked on the door.
Mrs. A looked up and her eyebrows shot up on her forehead.
"Come in. We're dressed appropriately," she said in her best coquette voice.
I just started laughing. And she did, too.
"Heh heh heh. I'll bet he's half my age," she said to me.
Which made me laugh harder.
"Do I even want to know what you're talking about?" Mr. Nurse asked.
"Just you," I said and left him to his fate.