Little Old Lady: (Accusatorially) “What’s all this?” (My other laptop open to a

Little Old Lady: (Accusatorially) “What’s all this?” (My other laptop open to a document on the counter).

Me: “Are you talking tough to me? Do I need to come over there and teach you a lesson?”

LIttle Old Lady: “What lesson are you going to teach me? You’re a wus. Am I wrong? Huh? What a wus. You’re scared to death of your mother. I’m gonna whoop you. They won’t recognize you. How is that for words of wisdom?”

Me: (laughing to the point of tears).

Little Old Lady: “Wus. Wussy wus. (etc etc continues)”

(The irony is this frail, old, prim, little, well mannered, quiet respectful, businessey, church going, cheer leader, catholic school girl talking trash is what makes it all work.)