TRUE STORY: We have a dear friend in Ohio who took care of his aging mother for many years. Ethel was a real pistol. Frail, but she didn't suffer fools very well and at times could exhibit a very salty tongue.
So Davey would see that Ethel was up every morning and then he or his partner would get her on the bus to adult daycare, and then one of them would retrieve her at night for the ride back home.
Davey picks her up one night, gets her into the car's passenger seat, gets himself into the drivers seat and starts the car. He tells her to buckle herself in, and Ethel grumbles, but starts the process. And Davey waits, and watches as she fusses and struggles with the seat belt.
Does she need help? No.
Are you sure you don't need help? No.
Finally he says "Well you know we're not moving this car until you get snapped in."
"How the Hell," replies an exasperated Ethel, "do you expect me to find the hole if there's no hair around it?"
Reminds me of another grande dame who said, ""Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy night."
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