“Ew, look at them all over each other in the common area! How can she breathe with him all down her throat? Disgusting! Get a room!”
Ella, the elderly lady with no filter replies to George’s comment.
“Eh, what did you say George? My ears don’t work like they used to. Speak up or shut up!”
He didn’t bother to repeat himself, but he sat there in pure misery. Hoping that the happy couple would get out of his site.
George was an old, miserable piece of shit that got dumped here a few years ago on Christmas Eve by his new wife. He got sick, so she divorced him, took half of his inheritance, and married a young man her age. I tried to feel bad for the old guy, but he abandoned his family to be with a slut. Now, he’s taking his anger out on Franklin and Genevieve for still being in love in their late eighties.
The man’s own children won’t even visit. As much as I’d like to sympathize with him, I just can’t. Like my grandmother used to say, payday someday.