So much wrong with that

Turns out that when Mrs Mikey was talking to me yesterday she wasn't introducing herself at all, but asking for her key. So her name's not Mikey or anything like it. What sort of a person starts demanding things off of somebody they've just found on the floor with most of their internal organs ruptured by falling downstairs? She told dad I was messing about on the stairs and nearly took her legs out from under her (in those shoes?) and then wouldn't answer her when she asked me for her key. That's because I didn't understand her stupid accent, which to be honest made Jordan sound like Monica Stewart. But my dad's way of dealing with it, which he seems to think was an OK thing to say given that he was having to think fast on his feet, was to tell her I had 'special needs' ie was a bit mental, and went to a special school up Truro. Nice one dad.