Seated back-to-back, Little Old Lady and I have appointments with ophthalmologist. The Mrs. seated next to me, behind her LOL's companion, her son, I think.
Son: Plan to go camping this weekend.
LOL: Where? We used to go to Pokagan a lot.
Son: I'd like to go up there, but it's so far away.
LOL: We used to do things all the time. Don't do anything since I married Burl.
LOL: Don't get me wrong. He's very good to me. He just doesn't ever want to do anything.
(I lean into the Mrs. and whisper, "Story of your life.")