We're in Brooklyn, New York.
at the NAIL BOUTIQUE salon.
Jazelle is a care giver, spending the day with her patient, Bill.
Come on, Bill we're gonna be late. "Late?"
He suffers from Alzheimers, but instead of giving him some much needed mental therapy, this day at the spa is all about Jazelle.
"Now I do this every week, I take him out, spend his money, and then drag him back off at the home."
"Where are we?"
"Come on, Bill. Gimme your wallet."
That's right, Gazelle is taking a personal day.
-And it's all on Bill's tab.
"Thank you."
A caregiver who couldn't care less.
"I do NOT get paid enough for this.."
What would you do?
*sigh*
" Hello? Hey! I am in the nail shop getting my nails done on the job.
*laughs*
While Gazelle chats away, her patient gets...impatient.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm fixing my nails."
"Bill."
Immediately, Gazelle wants Bill to stop making friends, and start making payments.
"How am I supposed to pay for my nails if your card doesn't work?"
"I don't know."
"Don't take my money, that's my money!
"It's fine."
"He's not even gonna remember in five minutes he just... resets."
"He's not going to remember you asking for his credit card number?"
"No."
"Oh" "I mean it's expensive, I gotta be with him all day."
"I mean yea I kinda figured it out." *laughs*
"You should try it."
"No, I... Actually have to give back to, you know, the community and society in an honest way."
"Are you trying to say what i'm doing is wrong?"
"It is."
"You don't know what...you can't be serious." *laughs*
But she is serious, and now this woman can't stay silent any longer."