There I was in the queue at Telkom on a Saturday morning – the only chance I get to pay my telephone bill – and it really hit me how much I dislike old people.
There were about five in front of me, all about two seconds away from having a coronary or a hip transplant replacement* once that irritating woman’s child knocks their walking sticks out from under them and all of them had very interesting queries to make which took up ten minutes each.
I wanted to hurt them.
These are people who honestly have fuck all to do the rest of the bloody week, but they go down to the mall on a Saturday morning to get in my way. This could be the result of one of two ideas to run through their heads:
1. They want to feel like they’re part of society still, even after they’ve retired and are planning their funerals, so they take any opportunity they can to rub shoulders with poor sods like me.
or
2. They’re just incredibly selfish and do it for the fun of it because they’re old and they’ve waited years to be respected just because they’re old ans all that other shyte.
This leads me to another thing that pisses me off that has to do with old people.
At some banks and other places, they have little signs up saying “please let the disabled and elderly to the front of the queue”. What do I say? Disabled, fine. Elderly? Fuck you.
The same elderly that you think is too frail to stand in a queue to do their daily checking of their bank balance, reckons they’re still coherent and strong enough to drive a car for example, so why can’t they stand in a queue?
At this point I’m sure people are telling me I should respect my elders. Funny thing is, I don’t believe in respecting someone just because they’re old or whatever. I have this weird idea that people EARN respect. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still stonily polite to them because good manners cost nothing, but there’s no way in hell I’m respecting them.
Also, quick question. There was a woman at the shop on Saturday morning who felt she shouldn’t tell her child to stop rolling on the floor and kicking my leg…and yet, if I had stepped on that child I would be the bad person. Why is that?
Yep, grumpy pants is back in town. Because I have to work today and tomorrow whilst, judging by the roads, ninety percent of Cape Town is home.
*Yes I fucked up badly. Thank you 6 for pointing it out so nicely.
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I experience similar feelings of off-pissedness when I try to do my grocery shopping in amongst herds of blue-rinsed old dears all idly chatting to their chums and blithely clogging up the supermarked aisles on a fucking Saturday.
“hip transplant”?!? WTF?
Did you know that Constantia Village PnP is actually just one big newly-designed fuck up? Yes – you did.
But the people who shop there – don’t shop. They stop and talk to people in the aisles. Which are too narrow anyway, even if it wasn’t Chatsville, WP.
Grr. Just…. GRRR.
kyknoord – These days, if I can’t get to the supermarket before nine a.m. and everyone waking up, I don’t go. All because of those little old ladies.
Thank you for pointing out my first thing in the morning fuck up 6
I loathe Constantia PnP with a passion. To be fair I hate the one in Plumstead more because it’s even more cramped, but the people at Constantia scare me. How do they always find someone they know at the supermarket?! And why don’t they have the common sense to maybe…not block the aisles?
Anyway, see previous comment, it especially applies to Constantia PnP.
Hip transplants may be the way forward.