I was always brought up to respect my elders, for they are older wiser, and that I can learn a lot from them.
I beginning to wonder if this was the right thing to teach me.
Don't get me wrong, I hope that I am courteous to everyone around me, open a door for people, help moms with their buggies ion and off buses, grabbing things from high shelves for people who cannot reach (and no I don't mean grabbing porn for kids!) because that was the way my mom brought me up, to have respect for others.
So why can't the elderly have some manners as well?
All day today I seemed to have bumped into the rudest and most obnoxious elderly people you could ever meet. I was sitting on the bus going to the cinema and this elderly lady pretty much crushed me into the corner of the seat (Im a big guy width wise, but damn she was big!!!) when she could have asked me to move (even though I am disabled and entitled to sit where I did). She then went on a rant at me saying it was my fault she couldn't sit comfortable!
After that I was looking in HMV at the DVDs and BRDs when this lass whacked me with her trolley, and then looked at me as if it was my fault and I had broken wind on her or something!! I would have understood if I was in the middle of the aisle but I wasn't and there was plenty of room to get past me!
Then to top it all off, as I was getting the bus home, I was waiting in an orderly queue for the bus when this old couple just barged to the front of the line!!
What the Hell is it with old people?Do they think because they have survived a war it gives them the right to be obnoxious morons? Damn!!!
Saire decided to blog one day after deciding that he should air his views on this and that when he was looking after his sister, not many people read it but he doesn't care. Saire's interests include Marmite, Transformers, movies and music...and complaining about buses. Saire lives in Yam Towers with his flatmate Haunted Rock Cake, and has a pet rock called Rocky.
Who is that Fat Bloke?
- Saire May
- I came forth from the shadows to eat Cheetos, drink Mountain Dew and complain about the buses where I live.I reside in Yam Towers, with various movies and music...and a pet rock called Rocky.
sounds a bad luck day
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