Relatives being relative

Oooops, I've gotten out of the habit of taking the piss out of people for the way they look but there can, and have been, exceptions. When we still lived in the pub on Euston Rd I would often see this brogdinagian creature pushing a trolley filled with black plastic bags.

I saw this woman again, the first time for a long while, the other day. It transpires that she is the sister of the former husband of an acquaintance. I don't think she was best pleased that I said that "I can see why you divorced him". Friends you can pick, family, you can't!