"What the fuck ...?!" I gasped.

"It's vinegar," she said. "It'll take the sting out."

"You need to pay for that ...," the store owner said.

"As soon as I make sure he's okay, I'll come back and pay," Angel told him.

He didn't move. She huffed at him, pulled a bill from her wallet and thrusted it at him.

"Go away!" she told him.

He held the bill up to see the amount, nodded, and headed back to his store.

"Keep the change, ya filthy animal!" she said, parroting Macaulay Culkin from "Home Alone".

I laughed at her impersonation of a 10-year-old kid, and she grinned at me. She...