Polish for Grandmother.

Your aggressive, violent Polish grandmother, who can’t walk properly, is the only white person you’ve see wear a headscarf, forces POLISH FOOD ONLY down your throat, and is constantly armed to the teeth with kitchen knives, rolling pins and in extreme cases, actual guns, in preparation for the dreadful day that a Jehova’s Witness, a Jew, a tax collector or the authorities come round. She has been waiting for this moment for the last twenty years.