Best Friends Forever

Bertha calls. “I'm feeling down today, no one comes around.”
I must respond sympathetically but I am in no way surprised. She often threatens death upon me.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, having to encourage devolution. Can't have a suicide on our plate of things to take care of. This is social work. We are always short handed.
“I just really miss him, you know. I still can't believe he is gone.” She lost her boyfriend just over a year ago.
“Yeah it is tough to loose a loved one.”
“I never saw it coming.”
“Well, over time it will get easier.” I reassure her.
“He called me once when I was thirteen, you know.”
“Bertha,” I was confused at this point. “Who are you talking about?”
“M.J.!” Her voice raises to a yell. “Micheal Jackson!”

Bones

Before Stuart was my client, we got to know each other one day. He had a doctors appointment. The sun was warm and we had the windows down while I drove. Stuart starts talking about cheese and tuna. Starts saying how he's a real man, “can handle lady business.”
He is a younger client. Likes to listen to the local pop station on the radio and alter the lyrics while he sings out loud. It almost always has to do with sex and drugs. But despite the content, he does a good job.
Coming down the slope towards his appointment he looks over at me. “You know,” he says. “I believe that even the spirits in the graveyards still make love. They climb into each others caskets and do the bone thing.”

First Time Breakdown

I'm following around a veteran staff. It's my first acquaintance with Judy and it's a big day. Judy pouts in the car at the grocery store, I'm reassured it's just an act on my behalf. We wait 15 mins before she moves an inch. After errands she gets a haircut and now she's stoked. Then it's clothes shopping. By the time we're done it's late in the afternoon, we head back to Judy's apartment. Right up the street from her place she starts screaming. Packed in the back of a 2 door sedan my blood pressure rises rapidly. There is a 215lbs, 6' women pounding her fists on the dashboard and I have no way out. My co-worker pulls the car over, steps out and I follow suit. We stand at the back bumper of the car. While I shake the veteran says calmly,” If she fucks up my car, the agency pays for it.”

Rubber Ducky

Chips is a small man with a whole lot of stamina. About 5'4”, he has a skip to his step and a stuttery high-pitched voice. He's an easy client, asking only for praise. I drove him to his favorite grocery store to do his weekly shopping. Around the corner of an isle, he got the cart on it's side two wheels and said into his invisible C.B. radio, “Roger that rubber ducky. 10-4, over and out,” and laughed. His laugh can break any human's concentration. Everyone always looks. I met the eyes of a man at the checkout who studied the two of us. I could tell he wanted to know who let the crazies out. I looked back at him, wondering the same thing.

Grocery Shopping

I have to take Judy to the grocery store alone for the first time. I know she loves a scene and I'm nervous, but everything seems chill and I'm at ease until the walk away from the car. She finds something to complain about and is in a hissy in no time flat. We get to the carts and she screams, “You push it!” shoves the cart into me. I put my hands up and let her know I'm out. I turn to leave and she starts chasing me. I run. She is big compared to me, and she hits. I go around the outside of the building and enter through a different door. I'm back in the store lurking around and I run into a friend who asks me what I'm up to? I tell him, “hiding from my client.”