JustSheila
Crusader
Mr. J is not retarded, elderly or even officially diagnosed with any mental illness, btw, and refuses to acknowledge or discuss any problem with any psychiatrist. He went for three years and lied through his teeth the entire time. So he isn't on any meds except something very mild and optional.
We get to the attorney's office. Mr. J swings the door a little bit hard, so it sticks open with the built in door-holder stop on the side. This fascinates him. He opens and closes it about 8 times before the admin assistant (the attorney's wife) politely and firmly tells him not to worry, she'll fix it herself. But he is having fun, so he keeps going until I tell him to stop and sit down. He does. As I said, it was a pretty good day overall.
Fortunately, we do not wait very long.
We get to the attorney's office. Mr. J swings the door a little bit hard, so it sticks open with the built in door-holder stop on the side. This fascinates him. He opens and closes it about 8 times before the admin assistant (the attorney's wife) politely and firmly tells him not to worry, she'll fix it herself. But he is having fun, so he keeps going until I tell him to stop and sit down. He does. As I said, it was a pretty good day overall.
Fortunately, we do not wait very long.
. "That sure was a lot of paperwork!" he says. I roll my eyes. "You're not the one that has to follow up on all these details, Mr. J, so I don't know what you're complaining about."