nght tme is the only tme to hng?

so today for some reason, my mom decided my omi (german informally for grandma) had an undying desire to get a manicure. she kept saying "her cuticles are bothering her." except that my omi has alzheimer's and i reeeeally don't think she cared about it. so i had to go out with them this morning. first stop: the old spaghetti factory. the waitress was like this pretty young, weirdly chipper kind of girl who was pleasant enough, but i don't think i'd like to be around her if we were friends or something. anyway she was taking our order, when my mom starts to mumble "fish, those fish, i forgot about those." and i ask her "what?" and she mumbles "fish" some more. i am pretty sure the waitress thought she was crazy or something because after that she like pretty much only addressed me when dealing with our table. turns out my mom was talking about the goldfish she had eaten in the car and that she ordered more than she thought she could eat (which she incidentally did not.) so later on we call around to find a nail salon that doesn't charge too much for manicures. when we are about to pull into the shopping area, the lady calls my phone back (should've tipped me off right there) and says something like she forgot to pick up her kid from somewhere and can we come in twenty minutes. so we wait, when we walk up to the place it's very empty and the lady is just returning. she lets us in, already jabbering away; i can tell it's going to be awkward. my omi starts making a scene about paying for it before we've even gotten through the door. when we sit down in this empty crumbling excuse for a salon, the lady begins to lay all her shit out for us. her husband lost his job, then left her. she has five kids to support, she can't pay rent, no one is coming into the salon. blah blah blah. i'm not saying i didn't feel for this lady, i mean i'm pretty much in the same boat, but i wasn't about to tell her that. to top it off she keeps repeating the worst things when the silences are too uncomfortable for her to handle. i seriously spent like an hour and a half wishing that someone else would come in to save us. but no such luck. she hugged my omi goodbye and when we got in the car, my omi said to us "my cuticles are still too long."