When I was in the train station yesterday, this old white woman with big coiffed hair and a fur coat and purple stretch pants had her boots off because her feet were sore and had her toes out in the air and was curling them, only all her toenails were really green from fungus, and looked ready to fall off.
On the train walking to my seat I saw an old couple pulling out big ziploc bags of popcorn they had made for themselves for the ride. I felt like I was channeling my grandmother and was like, "Goddamn old people and their fixed incomes." She used to say that a lot about the old women at the one bar she went to, since they'd buy beer there but eat out of their purses bags of chips they'd brought in with them. "They say they have no money," my grandma would say, "but I know her husband had a nice retirement from Ford's, and she has the money to go blow at the casino every weekend." It was one of those things that would just set her off, if you brought it up to her.
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