While eating lunch at the restarant downstairs from my apartment, the old lady from this page was sitting with another old man, named David (I think it was her brother?). They, well mostly just the lady but David chimed in from time to time, were having a really loud conversation that wandered all over the place. I tried to tune them out, but it was impossible. From politics, to the HD broadcast flag, to the tax rebate, to movies they disliked - they covered it all. The lady seemed to reply to everything David said with this whiney, “they’re not gonna do that David.” The poor guy wasn’t allowed to have any opinion of his own without this woman shooting it down, hard. Much to my surprise, he just rolled with it rather than throwing a plate at her. She sounded like a mix of George Costanza’s mother and Pat from Saturday Night Live.