Luci was awaiting surgery or some sort of procedure. Most of her time was spent on the phone. She wanted food smuggled in. I secretly transcribed her conversations:
"Pick up! Pick up the phone! I know you're there. Y'all should be ashamed of yourself!
...Now bring me some food... ...Hot Links and potato salad, and banana pudding...and bring me some socks! My feet are freezing... ...No! I don't wear those hospital booties. Bring me socks...!In addition, someone brave enough to visit Luci in person was informed she was ready to "knock his #!@@ right out of the ^@!!! window" if she didn't get those Hot Links.
...Is that Penny? Put that fatass on the line...!
If you don't bring me something to eat up here I'll tear up this hospital!
Who? She's got no say in what I get to eat! Tell that %!!# to shut up! I'll tear her tail up right over the phone!"
Mission Hot Link Smuggle was a success. The last time I saw her she had a take out-container full of biscuits, potato salad, fries, and Hot Links.