Unfiltered Story #160896

(This is my housemate’s story, he is a plumber and is out to perform some services at a home for people with mental disabilities. This exchange is between him and a handler.)

Housemate: “Excuse me, I have to leave for a moment to get some spare parts else where. Is there a place I can leave my tool box?”

Handler: “Oh… is there anything in it they might eat?”

Housemate: “Errr… maybe?”

Handler: “Sigh… sometimes I wish I could lock *them* up.”

Housemate: “…”