That Word

You know, the word for the woman who mouths something condescending to you because you’re using your cell at a stop light, and though it’s on speaker, you bring it to your hopeless ear because your mom is explaining how they’ve found more cells on her arm, liver, spine, meanwhile the light has turned green and the woman is still mouthing, grimacing while she stares you down and drives for a block and half, eyes on you, in her Range Rover, blonde toddlers in the backseat, but she is doing her civic duty, you know, by frowning at your phone, eyes off the road, while you’re trying to hear your mother explain targeted treatment with transparent vigor and you’re simultaneously trying to process the appropriate amount of woe for your mother and dumb luck for your own white health.

What is that word?