That CRAZY old woman at the end of the street. Every town or village has one. Amirite?

They reach a certain age and become angry, bitter, and crazy, and they attack anyone who is not equally angry, bitter, and resentful. This post is about old lady Saja, from up MY street, who mercifully passed on Friday. She chased people away with a butcher knife or a broom. Now she can R.I.P. If it resembles anyone here, it is purely coincidental and unintentional.