HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!i!!!
I was in line the other day at a convienence store and the 3 people in front of me were all buying lottery tickets. Some of which were fairly complicated. I would have been annoyed except I was also buying lottery tickets (don’t judge me: I only buy them when I know I will be in a place with nothing to do for an extended period of time.)
Old people just don’t give a fuck any more. What are you going to do, kill them and cut their lives short? Whatever.
Seriously, alot of old people have TAKEN alot of shit, so they don’t care any more about giving it. And they probably don’t take it any more either. Not an excuse, just an observation.
Not so bad getting old, keeping the alternative in mind. Still meet plenty of hot young women, just now they call me “Sir”.
“What you need to understand is that because I am 22 years older than you, it means I have seven billion times more wisdom, experience, smarts than you!”
Sometimes, with age comes wisdom. Sometimes, with age comes only age.
I’m middle aged, and I take an escalator when I don’t feel like walking up or down stairs. A torn achilles tendon and two knee scopes does that to a person.
I’m gonna hafta call bullshit on the OP, sorry. If you were any kind of actual Meanoldlady, you would have freaking moved when elderly creep sat down beside you to continue the creepathon he started at the bus stop. You talk all tough but come down to it you’re all soft and mushy inside like everyone else who ever loved their Gran. But you didn’t move, did you? No, you just sat there taking it. What? You didn’t want to hurt his feelings? Or not want to make a scene? Yeah, right.
And the old woman? You could have done just what the cashier did, and just stood there gaping as she ranted about being a dollar short. Or you could have opened you pie hole and said, “I’m sorry, but I have no time, am in a terrible hurry!” But you didn’t, did you?
No, in both cases you just took it all in, the creeping, the delay listening to the old lady’s gratitude, and behaved in a most unmean fashion.
You’re not really mad at old people, you’re mad because they have power over big old softy that you clearly really are! I’m starting to think you are just a big old fraud.
Watch yourself or you’ll have to forfeit that user name, you big softy!
MeanOldLady , I mean this in a very nice way. You really need more fiber in your diet.
Screw fiber, eat bacon. Sure, fiber makes you healthy, but bacon makes you smile. And BBQ. Yeah.
“If you can’t make seventy by a comfortable road, don’t go.”
- Mark Twain (attrib.)
The only old black person I know of is Morgan Freeman, and he’s cool.
Yeah yeah, and your dick is made of oat bran. Jeez, get some new material, guys.
Almost every day I have an opportunity to feel, in a strong and certain way, that everyone who chooses to drive a Buick should have their licenses revoked.
My wife and I went on a cruise several years ago. Many old people around. My Og, what uncivil, mean, selfish bastards and bastardesses.
If they were younger, I would have smashed them repeatedly in the face with my fist.
But hey, they are old. I don’t put up with BS well but, for some reason, I cheerfully put up with near infinite crap from old people. My wife has mentioned that on several occasions (She said I give 2 groups much slack - old people and older teenagers) . 
I got no beef with old people as long as they stop trying to get me to eat things like ham spread.
No, no, no! As an Old People, I do NOT have the right to hold up a line in the grocery store for ANY reason.
I had a student bust my chops for some little Old Guy habit I do and she had a great line: “Hope you don’t mind me calling you on your shit.”
We all need that, at any age. If younger people start letting us get away with being slow/creepy/weird/whatever, then we’ll just get slower* and weirder. It’s human nature.
Now, I do think we should make allowances for things that are beyond their control. They’re slower mentally, can’t dunk a layup like back when they played pickup with Jordan at Cabrini Green back in the day I think it was a Wednes… oh, and they’ll get off-topic on long stories you’ve heard before.
But on the things that are in their control, that they’re getting lazy about (c’mon, how many of them CAN’T pay with a $20, or have a dollar’s worth of change counted out while waiting for the total?
So call an old people on their shit. You can do it nicely–just laugh: “Whoa, watch out-- you’re verging on Old Creepy Dude. You better keep your opinions of younger women’s looks to yourself.”
*aside: I’m faster and more efficient than when I was young. Hey, I may only have a couple of decades left on this planet, I’m not going to waste it. So I’ll be the old fart speeding through the checkout (and maybe red lights).
I support this.
Damn, digs, your post just makes me want to go hug my grandma. It doesn’t get me in the mood to ruthlessly pit old people at all.
If old people take over, all foods will be spreadable. That’s why they must be stopped.
And I’ll bet you too find it hard to get a log out.
Ha ha! You are talking about poop. I get it.
On topic: I actually like old people, when they are not driving in traffic around me.
What about people who chose to save money by inheriting their grandpa’s old buick when he bought a new car?