In the last week at work I've had three funny, funny incidents with the residents.
1) Last Saturday there was a temper tantrum over the recliners in the dayroom. Of course, there's not enough if a a large group of residents want to watch tv and on a Saturday night when those exciting old reruns of Lawrence Welk are on PBS there can ba a ruckus. There nearly was.
2) On Sunday there was a near screaming match overcontrol of the television. Some men and a few women wanted to watch the College World Series so the tv was turned to ESPN. 15 minutes later, a woman came down the hall and started a yelling match - she didn't want to watch baseball. She was informed that she would be escorted to the other dayroom where there was a tv open for any other programming. She walked back to her room in a huff "I never get anything around here"
(Definite untruth!) She waited until everyone had gone to the dining room for supper and rushed to the tv to turn it.
3) On Monday, an end stage Alzheimer's resident on Hospice services, resting in her geri-chair showed a spark of her former sass. This lady rarely talks anymore, may answer simple questions appropriately depending on her mood/the weather/the environment. You know the type of patient. A nurse walked by whistling and the resident raised her head and snarled "I'm going to kill that damn bird!"