The bus ride home was hell: these new buses are not designed for old coots on walkers, and no one's enforcing the law that the damned things have to fold up on the bus fr aisle access. So we had two old ladies and one old man blocking the front entrance to the bus with them.
At least two of the walkers folded up, but the old bitch whose walker did not was rude and nasty to everyone trying to help her - snapping at them, calling them fools, just being charming as hell - and I thought, lady, when you traded in your broom for that walker, didn't the agent advise you about the ones that fold up?
So, I'm home. What is it with people you do not know sending FB friend requests and offering no explanation as to why they sent it?