OLD WINDBAGS !! .... I swear to God

Apparently these days i have some kinda old-ladies magnet on me. They just will talk to me at any time, anywhere, about any damn thing that's on their damn mind. Just to let my readers know, this is ONE example. I was at the grocery store browsing at the fish section. Suzuki miho, a 55 years old lady who was happened to be there also, started to talk to me, a total stranger. She has a 18-year-old son that reads at a 8-year-old level. She lives in BORING, Sendai and her husband's name is Toshio. Toshio works for a trucking company. Toshio doesn't like his job, but he's almost retired, so why quit now (nuck nuck nuck)? Thanks for the conversation Suzuki, 'cause I really give two shits about your illiterate son, your ugly husbands, or his craptacular job. No, really.