The Kit-Kat

It was raining today, so instead of taking her usual spot on the bench, Irma decided to just sit in and stare out the window. She didn't offer me a seat. I stood behind her chair for a few minutes but then began to feel weird about it, so I pulled up a chair for myself and sat down next to her.
We sat there in silence, watching the rain drops trickle down the glass window. Not many people were out.
Sometimes I thought I would catch a hint of a smile come across Irma's face, but I was never sure because it was just slight enough to make me consider whether or not I had hallucinated it. But I think it was real, because I felt like each time I noticed the corners of her mouth begin to angle up, her eyes were focused on some unfortunate person caught in the rain, running to catch a bus on the corner or shielding their head with a newspaper in the downpour.
I think that she amuses herself through the discomfort of others.
After an hour or so, the Kit-Kat in my pocket began to beckon, so I quietly pulled it out and started to open the wrapper, trying not to disturb the silence. Finally I broke off a section of wafer and looked back up at Irma before biting into it. Her gaze didn't move. She just extended her hand towards me and muttered, "Gimme a break."

Solitaire

Irma let me into her room to play solitaire. As I entered, Agnes was already being kicked out. She motioned to a corner and I sat down with a lonely deck of cards, as she assumed the opposite corner. We sat there playing by ourselves for about an hour. I kept on looking up at her and watching that look of intense concentration on her face. Game after game went by. Not once did she look up from her cards and not once did she acknowledge me. Yet somehow I felt as if she was silently appreciative of my presence. I guess solitude requires good company.

Irma (my fictional senior acquaintance)

Irma is probably the most unsympathetic, unenthusiastic, unsupportive person I've ever met. The best way to describe her is by thinking of words that start with un and you will probably have an accurate adjective every time... except for understanding. Simply put, she's just uncooperative, like the prefix itself.
She acts unhappy and underwhelmed all the time. She is unimpressed with everyone and everything and if the world does indeed end in 2012 (and if she makes it to 2012), she will most likely be found sitting on the same old bench outside of the home watching meteors hurtle towards the earth, screaming something like "You call this an apocalypse?" and then fading into angry muttering about something back in her day...