I’m sitting at Cosmos, working on graphics for Sunday. Across the way from me are two old ladies, probably in their late 60s or early 70s. After discussing something (I’m not sure what it was because I wasn’t listening THAT close) they started fighting like little kids. One threw down her paper and said, “If that’s the way you’re going to be then I won’t even bother.” I tried my best to conceal a smile. A part of me wanted to send them to separate rooms for ten minutes.