Son: But I want to sit doooowwwwnnn!
Grandmother (mostly to herself): Oh, hush now. You got young legs. My legs are old and tired. When you’re old and tired, then you can sit. Complaining to me about sitting when you as good as new. I got things to complain about. My back aches and my feet ache. And I got the gout. Boy, when you got the gout you can sit. Count your lucky stars you don’t have the gout.
– on the A train