EEErie

I was at the nursing home. The meeting room which I used to do work was occupied by a social worker and the treatment room air-con was down.

The nurse showed me a "private room" and told me I could use it.

Me: Oh that's where those richer patients stay, single bed room.

Nurse: Ya you can use it, she just died.

*goose bumps* Although I knew I didn't have to be worried, I was feeling a little spooky... haha.