This morning Larry had his second cataract surgery. While he was inside, I walked in the parking lot. An SUV pulled in with an overweight angry young woman driving. She went around to the rear passenger seat, keeping up a constant abusive stream of language. She opened the door and started to haul out the fat old woman from the rear. The woman had trouble getting her legs to cooperate. The driver continued to berate the old woman. I couldn't tell if the driver was a vicious sitter or vicious relative.
Then the old woman leaned over and kissed the driver's hand. It was awfully sad.