Problem relatives. Everyone has them. When I was a kid, I had this one great-aunt whom I was convinced was an utter dingbat and furthermore totally uncaring of what anyone else had to say. I tested my theory once when she called: Her: Hello, dear, is your mother at home? Me: No, she's run off with a neighbor's wife. Dad's passed out drunk in his car. I've taken up hard drugs. And there's now a pack of wild wolves residing in the living room. Her: That's nice. Put your mother on.
I told my father about this conversation. He laughed so hard he fell off his chair. He esp. thought "the pack of wild wolves" a nice touch! Lol.