You are human. That’s what it means. That entitled old bitch who clearly cannot (or just won’t) realistically estimate the space left on drifting doors. She clearly wanted to get rid of that poor mofo after she was done with him. Freezing and suddenly clear in her rich-kid mind she just didn’t want to spend her days in the backseat of damp old-timers and his breath was awful, all those rotten teeth of the working class.

You only care about material things and not about how this lady loved a poor person she banged on a vacation 80 years ago more than the family she had for decades after.