Are You a Complainer?

One confusing thing about being an octogenarian is that if I appear in person with a complaint, they are usually very helpful, but if my daughter is with me, they usually treat me as a non-person and only address my daughter as if I wasn't there.THEN the real complaining starts!

Par for the course, guess we don't have much in common with them now, at least they still visit, even if they mainly talk to each other. I'm happy to see them.
 
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