Good God,do they ever stop whining and bitching?
The
Paper Roses primitive, the chronically-helpless primitive, is what I privately and secretly refer to as one of the "four old biddies" on Skins's island.
A senior citizen, she comes to the primitives when seeking solutions to some of the simplest problems. She's miserly, alleging poverty when at the same time she goes around buying old stuff at garage sales and thrift stores.
One time, when her house was jammed floor-to-rafters with stuff, she hired somebody to sell it on eBay for her. He did, and she was finally able to dine on the kitchen table, and not have to sidle through 12" "corridors" to get through one room to another.
And then she turned around and filled the house right back up again.
She's not as bad as her pal the
Curmudgeoness primitive, the primitive with a sensitive bottom, though, who's equally parsimonious (excepting on the matter of bathroom tissue), and a pal of the big guy in Bellevue. This one's somewhat more vile though; one's curious if she ever found a charity for the homeless operated by atheists.
Neither are as bad as the
Vinca primitive, the vindictive primitive, a notorious re-seller of old goods. When buying, she expects to pay Dollar General prices for Nieman-Marcus goods, and when selling, she demands Nieman-Marcus prices for Dollar General goods.
Her business ethics are, "you've got to be sharp; you've got to cheat the other guy before he can cheat you."
The fourth of the old biddies on Skins's island is the bitter old Vermontese
cali primitive, who needs no description.