Thursday, May 19, 2005

Old People Stink!

Okay, let me preface this by saying two things:

1) While writing this blog entry it dawned on me that age doesn't necessarily determine whether or not you're a dumb asshole, as much as your actions, So save any outrage you may have for your AARP representative.

2) I realize that the woman in the bottom right-hand corner of the collage is not technically 'old,' but she WAS being an asshole and besides, I needed another picture for my collage.

Now that that's over, let's turn this mutha OUT!

[1] First, I must apologize for the blurry image, but it was the only one that I took where the woman was facing me. I found this gutter-mouthed granny at the local Denny's late one night. Being the perceptual antenna that I am, I instantly honed in on her extremely foul-mouthed conversation. Actually, this one was a double-edged sword. On the one hand, it was funny to hear an elderly woman talking like a sailor with Tourettes. On the other hand, she went on WAY too long with it. I wanted to smack her in the face with a Moon Over My Hammy platter and say "Shut the fuck up already! Take it home, asshole!" I'm such a delicate flower.

[2] Ugh. This bitch would NOT let up at the local shipping store. She was mailing some bullshit Walmart special somewhere and just wasn't going to be satisfied with however it was being packed. She kept on and on AND ON about it. The woman checking her out was using a proper-sized box, syrofoam peanuts AND bubblewrap. Even I couldn't figure out what more she wanted. I was tempted to offer the suggestion that the woman stick it up her ass and twinkletoe it on over to its' recipient. And naturally, as with all old people, she didn't want to pay anything for the service. I wanted to punch her in the face and yell "Hit the bricks, you cheap bitch!"

[3] This is Arianna Huffington's grandma, Huff-n-Puff Huffington. I swear to god she exerted more energy huffing, puffing and irritably shifting from foot to foot, than most low-impact aerobic workouts. Sure, I hate to wait in line, too. But, you know what? IT'S A PART OF LIFE!! Get the fuck over it already! I love how old people feel like they are some kind of exception to the fuckin' rule. And if it's a matter of having tender toes or some such other bullshit ailment that makes them think they should be exempt from life's routines, then stay the fuck home. Make a fuckin' cocoon and curl up and die already. Old people that think society owes them something simply because they still have a pulse are one of my number one pet peeves! Ech. Good riddance!

[4] If only Jesus had a site on his life rifle. This dumbass was at the aforementioned shipping establishment on another day, when I walked in. He was in the process of some serious prayer peddling. He would have went on for at least another 10 minutes, had I not rescued the poor woman (she's from India) who runs the place by approaching the counter to mail a package.

He was hawking some bullshit church (Christian, naturally) and had the audacity to make some kind of overt, sideway comment about terrorism to this woman!! Something to the effect that Jesus doesn't want 'us' to blow things up. Gah. I wanted to pummel him with Jesus' love, disguised as a sock full of nickels.

He went on to outline the church program that he brought with him and give it to her before he left. Ugh! I'm mystified why she let him ramble as long as she did. I hate religious fools who force feed unsuspecting people on Jesus and his supposed teachings (as interpreted by them).

[5] These two dingleberries stood right in the middle of the exit at the local Kroger. Geniuses, I tell you. Never moving or acknowledging that they were blocking people from fuckin' entering and or leaving the goddamn store! WTF? And they stayed there for a good 8 minutes or more! Another of my pet peeves: stupid assholes at the grocery store who think they are the only one around, who leave their cart in the middle of aisles, yet when I move it, they come a runnin'. Whatever. Suck it, dumbass.

[6] This is Grouchy McPuffybush. She's really important. She stood at the bakery and yelled "Hello!?" all huffily until someone came a runnin' to serve her fat ass. 'Cause she couldn't have possibly done without that whopping $4 purchase. Whatever, bitch. It's called self-serve, asshole. That's what the goddamn tongs are for.

Then she whips over to the deli, where I follow, to buy some pepper turkey. She's all bitchysassy with the guy there too. I wanted to tell her "You know what, bitch, just because you're in a hurry to get somewhere, don't expect everyone else to ask "how high" when you say 'jump.' Fuck you and the broom you rode in on." But being the nurturing caregiver that I am, I didn't.

Then came the fun part. She had just ordered a whopping half pound of the shitacular Primo Taglio brand bologna, when another woman came up and waited on me. I told her I wanted a pound of the Plantation pepper turkey (it has freshly ground black pepper all throughout! Mmmm!). She asked If I wanted to get the Primo Taglio brand instead because it was on sale. I said "No, that's alright. I prefer the Plantation." And she said "You don't like Primo Taglio?" And I said "Nah, it's alright for cheese, but that's about it." To which Ms. Wonderful makes a haughty "Hmph!" sound, shoots me a dirty look, collects her $4 in bologney, pivots and leaves. Lol! I embrace my pettiness. I urge you to do the same.

7 Comments:

Blogger Mariana said...

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Thursday, May 19, 2005 4:09:00 AM  
Blogger Mariana said...

The guys in nº5 made me think of a friend my husband has whom we bump into once in a blue moon (thank heaven.) Wherever we are, and no matter what the weather conditions he always just stands there and forces you to talk for at least half an hour (and counting.)

The first time we were right at the entrance of a store. When someone wanted to pass we would move slightly to let them, but then move right back in again.

And the last time it was hurricane-worthy windy outside. I decided such a rude man wasn't worth my time, so I went in the mall (that's where we were), met a friend and we had a nice, loooong conversation as I had my coffee and when I went outside my husband was still being tortured. WTF?

Thursday, May 19, 2005 4:11:00 AM  
Anonymous BEPS said...

THAT WOMEN HAS NO BUSINESS EATING BOLOGNA, SHE SHOULD TRY SOME TURKEY BREAST AND SELF-RESTRAINT.
IDIOTS LIKE HER GET OFF ON BELITTLING SERVICE PEOPLE WHO ARE IN THE POSITION OF BEING UNABLE TO RESPOND OR THEY'LL LOSE THE $6.50HR. DREAM JOB THEY HAVE, I HOPE SHE FEELS LIKE THE BIGSHOT SHE IS AT THE END OF HER CRUMMY DAY!

Thursday, May 19, 2005 1:18:00 PM  
Anonymous L said...

oh my god (that old bastard)...that's the funniest fucking entry I've ever read in my life. ferrealz

Thursday, May 19, 2005 4:46:00 PM  
Blogger Chox said...

Best. Blog entry. Ever.

Thursday, May 19, 2005 6:50:00 PM  
Blogger Cheeky Prof said...

What a hilarious read. Now I'm all awake again, damn it. (Yeah, I know the time stamp will read Friday at 10:45 p.m. I'm a fucking loser this week, okay?) And I thought I'd bust a gut with that Huff-n-Puff Huffington thing. Beautifully done. Makes we want to do a similar post but I'm too lazy. :-P

Friday, May 20, 2005 10:43:00 PM  
Blogger Kirkkitsch said...

Mariana-
Oh, I can relate to that. I've had similar experiences with my next door neighbor. Most of the time I make a conscious effort to be polite, but sometimes I just don't have the time/patience. BUT, when I do cut things short or don't take the time to sit/stand and 'jaw' for hours on end, I don't beat myself up about it because she deliberately uses her age to manipulate people. She's told me so!

So, when it comes to these types of rude windbags, not much fazes them, since they are oblivious to practically everyone but themselves.

Beps-
You're preachin' to the choir, Beps. I couldn't have said it better. It's rude assholes like her that give assholes a bad name. Wouldn't you love to see the roles reversed and see her wearing a paper hat in the hot bakery kitchen, fryin' chicken and piping frosting on birthday cakes? Maybe then she'd have a little more respect for people and what they have to put up with (particularly HER!)

Thanks for droppin'in and commenting! :)

L-
Thank you! Knowing that someone enjoyed one of my blog entries just makes my venom all that much sweeter. Thanks for the compliment! ;)

Chad-
Thanks Chad! Now I'm blushing! ;D

Cheeky-
Thank you for the nice words! Who knew that my readers would embrace my hatred for insufferable seniors? I'm glad you ejoyed the entry. I'm particularly proud of that picture of Ms. Huff-n-Puff Huffington, esp. since I captured her disgruntled/constipated look on film! Thanks again for the compliment, I appreciate it! :)

Tuesday, May 24, 2005 10:25:00 AM  

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