Dorothy: Oh, boy, it is hell out there. Oh, it must be at least 103, and the mall was impossible.
Sophia: Did you get something for the grandchildren?
Dorothy: Oh, please. You know, Robbie wants a Batman hat. I went to six different stores. They were all sold out.
I finally went to one store where they had one hat left, and another woman saw it. Oh! I cannot believe a person would push a perfect stranger out of the way, step on her hand, and give her an elbow to the forehead just for a Batman hat, but I did it anyway. I got the hat.