Me: B, I don't think we realized how ironic the conversation with Grandma was today. She was on the way, at 93, to renew her driver's license.
B: I don't think you realized how ironic it was. Not only was she on her way to renew her license, she was worried that she wouldn't be able to stand in line long enough to get it.
Me: Because her legs would be too tired...
B: She said she designates the security guard as a proxy and sits down!