I remember more. I thought maybe I brought out the worst in her, but the other guy brought out the same bad things. So it was *her*, not me. One time, he got so mad at her that he kicked a 50 pound bag of cement and injured his foot. A few days later they were at some hobby convention with a biggggg parking lot, and walking to the building, he couldnt' keep up with her because of his foot. She was way ahead of him so he yelled, "Slow down." Then she slowed down so much that she fell way behind him. Boy did that one event describe her.