So there's this old lady at the new church I'll be moving to. They're blaming her for everything and she probably deserves some of the credit for their problems.
She talks too much and too loud and most of what comes out of her mouth are complaints.
I saw her in action the first time I visited these people. She's an old woman full of anxiety and spare time that she spends gossiping on the phone. But she's no threat. The day I can't handle that old biddy I'll hang up my robes, retire and go fishing.
Wait, don't tempt me.
No, she's the identified patient in this little crazy family. The scapegoat. As usual, their problems are more systemic with a strong inclination toward passive aggressiveness. She's a hitman that they point at anyone they don't like.
They didn't like the last guy.
But they're gonna like me. And she's gonna adore me.