Mean Old Lady, I am in full support of this pitting. And If I missed a sarcasm or a jokieness about your post, consider me whooshed. Right On! Mean Old Lady!
And, unless I can be proven otherwise, this thread has the greatest Title, perhaps even the greatest english sentence, that I have ever read. Kudos, Bravo!
Sneak brag: I’m pushing sixty, and can still figure out how to be part of an online community.
(And without calling it “I’m putting a poster up on a blackboard… on the information superhighways!”)
They slow down the line something awful.
Takes literally over a minute to do what I do in less than 5 seconds, or if change from the deli clerk is involved 20 - 30 seconds.
I’m self-aware enough to know when I would hold up a line counting cents. (The USA does not have pennies, we have cents.) I only do such a thing in the early morning (I avoid late afternoons or early evenings at the grocery) when the place is quiet and no one is behind me in line.
I only wish places would give cash discounts. But it seems only gas stations can do that.
There usually would (should?) be an elevator.
If someone in a wheelchair needs to take an escalator, I might offer a hand. And most certainly would not be impatient with them. These persons aren’t complete dolts. They probably feel bad doing what they have to do. I’m just grateful I’m not in a wheelchair.
Well, in a strict sense I do not have a single dog. I have two. And I always, absolutely always, pick up after them unless they do in the deep brush. I also pick up after other less considerate dog owners.
I guess that makes me the poop fairy. Kind of opposite the usual fairy. Instead of magically making things appear, I make poop disappear. (Well, at least into the nearest trash can.)
The park I go to has too many people, especially at this time of year, who do not pick up. Whether they are 20, 30, 50, 60, or 90, they are inconsiderate and uncivic.
Wait, what?
Wait, what? “I hate standing in line while people pay for their stuff with money” and “I hate it that they let people drive who aren’t as fit as me”. Good to know that young* people are as clueless, self-absorbed and narcissistic as ever!
Maybe the euthanasia test should be applied at 25 as well as 60. If you are a clueless waste of space at 25 then you don’t get to play the great game of life, even if you think you’re pretty and like to drive fast with pockets full of small change.
And what the fuck are you doing on my lawn?
Sandwich
46, going on 47
- you’re not all young are you?
“Ummmm. . .things only an old person would say, Alex?”
Or “coppers” as my great-grandmother in Arkansas called them.
But they were still calling them “pennies” during our last visit to the US last year. 
Because old ladies who play the lotto and are black are cute. Old ladies who play the lotto and are white have two teeth and a death rattle of a cough and, thus, the clerk will be less indulgent.
Well, aren’t you a dear? Here, take a butterscotch candy from the ceramic chicken.
But not self-aware enough to avoid slowing down a thread with a tangent (jes’ kiddin’, I love me dem tangents).
I’ve heard a number of bankers use the term “pennies”, including my dad, so whether or not it’s technically correct, “penny” is certainly common usage, even among the pros who would be the first to object.
If you want to really be an Olde Farte*, go out and show 1000 people on the street a “cent”, and then tell the 999 who call it a penny that they’re wrong.
Go. I was serious. We’ll wait right here.
*(is “a Bricker” a noun yet?)
We’re conflicted.
If you’re mentioning a price, it’s usually cents: They cost 12 cents each.
Unless the price is some number of whatever for one cents: They’re two for a penny.
If you’re asking about the coin in the singular or an indefinite number, it’s almost always pennies: Do you have a penny? Do you have any pennies?
But if you’re talking about a definite number coins the price-ish aspect wins out: I have six cents. Can you lend me three cents?
I think it often comes down to avoiding ‘cents’ in any context when it wouldn’t be immediately clear that you’re not saying ‘sense.’ Who wants to announce, “Sorry, I have no cents.” 
Fuck that shit. I’m going a step further and suggest that we throw the elderly and disabled from the moving bus.
This time last year, I was on crutches for 5 weeks and taking public transportation to work. It wasn’t young people who pretended not to see me so they wouldn’t have to offer their seats. It was almost always middle-aged business people or older.
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Or “coppers” as my great-grandmother in Arkansas called them.
I used to play cards with my Grandma and we’d have to pay a penny for each card we got stuck with…my Grandma would dig around in her change purse and, with a smile, pay me with the greenest dirtiest pennies she could find 
she was a classic
You have to love genuine broadband anger. It’s just awesome.
But I’m trying, Ringo. I’m really trying.
Is this a well known trope? Because the only thing I can remember of my great-great grandmother was her giving me butterscotch candies from a ceramic dish and talking exactly like that… weird! :dubious:
Ironically, more than their fair share of racism and ageism comes from, wait for it…
…old people!
It’s not a trope, it’s a reality of life.
I had an auntie who collected candy dishes. I mean, she had sooo many beautiful ones, brass, glass, sterling silver ones, hanging ones. Going into her house, you thought you were at Wonka’s candy factory.
Until you actually tried to take some candy. You found a petrified mass of butterscotch, or worse, this stuffhere. As a six year old, visiting auntie Amantha with my dad, I had to swallow my rage at this mockery of candy. That rage bubbles up to this day if I see a hard peppermint.
