What a good little boy

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    Apr 12, 2009 12:17 PM GMT
    Back in the 70's, when I was about 12 or 13, I rode my bicycle to a drive-in hamburger joint. I was a paper-boy at the time, and my bike had a huge basket attached to the front. The basket was wide enough to hold newspapers, and it made controlling my bike difficult. When I got to the hamburger joint, I pulled into an empty spot between two cars and waited to place an order. Meanwhile an "elderly" white couple about the age of my grandparents at the time tried to pull into my spot. I guess they hadn't seen me. The old man honked his horn at me and motioned for me to get out of his way. What a good little boy I was. Of course the old man had the right to tell me to move. I never considered otherwise, but I was blocked in. With cars on both sides of me and the old man behind me, I had no choice but to wrestle my bike up onto the narrow walk used by the waitresses. While dismounting the bike I lost balance and fell against one of the parked cars. The driver whipped her head out the window and yelled, "Get that thing off my car!" I hung my head, righted the bike and got the hell out of there.

    Last week I went to the grocery store after work and a trip to the doctor. I'd been fasting since 5:00 that morning so the nurse could check my cholesterol (I hate having blood drawn). At the grocery store, I was tired and hungry and hoping to find something good-to-eat. The place wasn't really that crowded, but it was too crowded for me. Nothing looked good, but I grabbed something. When the cashier asked me if I found everything I wanted, I said "yes." After paying I grabbed my item and headed toward one of the store's two exits. Unfortunately this was not going to be an easy escape. A little old lady had been standing by the customer service desk, and as I left the cash register she started walking directly toward the bagging area of my lane. This meant our paths would cross. If I took one more step, I would be in her way, and if she took one more step, she would be in my way. What a good little boy I was. I hung my head, did an about face toward the other exit, and got the hell out of there.
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    Apr 12, 2009 1:13 PM GMT
    Heh. You shoulda shoved the ole lady outta the way! icon_wink.gif
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    Apr 12, 2009 3:21 PM GMT
    A simpe break in your stride wouldnt have let her pass and you proceed?



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    Apr 12, 2009 3:51 PM GMT
    Much ado about nothing. This is just the sort of thing that happens to everyone. How we choose to react is up to us.
    But I have to admit, how I react would depend on my mood.
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    Apr 12, 2009 4:16 PM GMT
    I live in South Florida, the Land of Geriatrics. Too many of the old people I run into are simply demanding bastards, and I wouldn't give them the time of day.

    A few years ago I was in line at a Publix supermarket checkout. One person was ahead of me, when this woman, perhaps mid-60s, was forcing her way with a hand basket past the others behind me.

    When she got to me, she ordered: "Let me ahead of you." No please, no courtesy, just a curt demand.

    "Why?" I asked.

    "Because I'm old!" she barked at me.

    "Well, I was here first, and if you're disabled, the handicapped checkout is over there, and open," I replied, pointing to it with my walking cane. She had no cane herself, and looked perfectly fit.

    "Let me past!" she demanded, "I'm an old person!"

    "And I'm a disabled veteran. Wait your turn like everyone else."

    At this point some of those further back in line, all elderly themselves at this early afternoon hour when younger people were mostly at work, started yelling at me:

    "Let that old lady through!" "Don't block her!" "She's an old lady!"

    I ignored them, and asked the checker: "Am I next in line?"

    "Yes, sir."

    I calmly checked my things through, and left that old bitch fussing & fuming behind me. Just one little anecdote among many stories about how bitchy old people behave down here in South Florida.

    I return politeness with politeness, and am happy to accommodate the truly needy & handicapped. I slap down the selfish & greedy opportunists.
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    Apr 12, 2009 4:20 PM GMT
    huh?

    that was probably the least interesting story i've ever read. icon_sad.gif
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    Apr 12, 2009 4:58 PM GMT
    Good for you ! If she was so disabled how did she manage to carry a hand basket all the way thru the store and carry it all the way to the check out counter. I f she was so pitiful they do have the elect handicapped wheel chairs in nearly all stores.