The Battle of New Britain

No one was left unscathed. It pitted brother against brother. Sister against uncle. Cousin against annoying aunt-in-law's stupid jack ass of a mother.

Well you know what? I'm dissapointed in YOU for letting your daughter marry the drunken, racist, bourgeois pig that gave rise to that monster of daughter you think i ought to be able to better deal with.

Was that harsh? I've recently had trouble telling if I'm being too harsh.

"Can i get a lift?"

[without a moment's hesitation, regardless of the fact that it's 1:30am on a tuesday night at Broad and Wolf St.]:
"Sure."

It worked out just fine. She wasn't insane or a murderer. She was just a slightly tipsy divorcee that didn't feel like walking 7 blocks. Who could blame her?