My neighbour, my friend, is moving to a seniors' lodge this weekend. To get a feel for the place, she started taking her meals there. Recently, she relayed some stories that gave me a high school shudder.
There is a group of resident women who set the hierarchy, especially at mealtime. These women "dress for dinner", and anyone who chooses not to dress as they do, is ridiculed - ever so subtly, just like in high school.
They're the mean girls who never grew up. They're still playing the same old games. Whether it was their idea or their families' idea to move to the The Symphonies or The Masterpiece, it matters not. They are still the mean girls who didn't get better with age.
To paraphrase Tiny Fey, I don't want to go to there ...