The First PWN I Witnessed

I have a lot of family in Florida and when I was younger, I'd visit my grandparents every summer vacation for YEARS. I remember back when I was about 8 years old, my Granddad dropped me, my Grandma, my brother, and my 2 cousins at Checkers while he was parking the car. While we were waiting for him, a lonely woman in her 40's walked up to us and decided to tell us a sob story about how hard it is to live. This story probably would've worked on other people, but my Grandma kept making mean faces and sticking her tongue out to us because she wasn't having it. Finally the woman decided to share:

"My husband, that piece of crap, god rest his soul, just died in a car crash last Tuesday."

My grandma retorted with:
"Oh yeah? My husband died in 'Nam."