In 2000-2001 I worked in the dining area at a 'retirement facility.' It was an old folks home.... but nicesr-ish......for early 2000 middle class folks who feel bad for putting their father or mother in a home. It had carpeted hallways and less rape... I assume.
I made a sweet $7/hr which was an upgrade from my previous GattiTown minimum wage of $5.25.
This sounds like the ramblings of the residents who you just nodded to while serving breakfast, lunch, or dinner. This is the shit my buddies and I would laugh and joke about in the kitchen while washing dishes.
The only difference is that it's wrapped in a shit suit with lots of folks listening. Still the same kind of nonsense. Talk about triggering and bringing back memories.
I met some badasses who fought in WW2 and Korea who had some stories man. Guys who spent their lives in Pittsburgh foundries making I-beams that later lost their legs to the 'diabetus'. Women who still dressed immaculately and carried themselves with an air of elegance even when their Parkinson's wreaked havoc on their nervous system.
This joker, however, was the racist dude who'd be noodlin' the batshit crazy woman that wasn't allowed to take bananas back to her room b/c the nurses kept catching her going to town on her dried up nether regions when the doors shut. He'd probably be riddled with 8th degree herpes and super syphilis.