Comments below notwithstanding, I think it depends on context. My niece lived for a while in a flat near a servo, but there was a halfway house for mentally challenged people not far away. My niece rocked up to the servo in a dressing gown to get emergency milk late one night, and the staff at the servo locked the doors and kept her there chatting until the supervisor of the halfway house could get there and verify that she wasn’t one of their clients.
That’s honestly really good of them. If a real client showed up and wasn’t okay, they’d have done everything they could to keep them safe until the cavalry arrived
Indeed. Once my niece realised what was happening, she couldn’t stop laughing or telling the story more widely. Which is why I feel OK about sharing this here.
Comments below notwithstanding, I think it depends on context. My niece lived for a while in a flat near a servo, but there was a halfway house for mentally challenged people not far away. My niece rocked up to the servo in a dressing gown to get emergency milk late one night, and the staff at the servo locked the doors and kept her there chatting until the supervisor of the halfway house could get there and verify that she wasn’t one of their clients.
That’s honestly really good of them. If a real client showed up and wasn’t okay, they’d have done everything they could to keep them safe until the cavalry arrived
Indeed. Once my niece realised what was happening, she couldn’t stop laughing or telling the story more widely. Which is why I feel OK about sharing this here.
Maybe I am judgy but I can only think of one reason why you would leave your house in jarmies. Fire.