Granny Boxwine, aka Nancy Pelousy, annoys me with her perpetual, Botox-induced deer-in-the-headlights expression. And she talks like she's been on a 3-day bender. Mumbles incoherently.
She'd be a natural on the streets of SF as a homeless bimbo that happened to stumble on wig to cover her greasy, vermin-riddled hair.