rumitoid

I have started to believe that Satan invented reflective glass to depress us, to distract and react to a vanity crushed. "All is vanity" as Solomon proclaimed. Looking the wizened caricature of my former self in a mirror was really defeating. I was never a fan of old people, like my present self. They were slow, hard of hearing, and often befuddled by simple things.

Their behavior in supermarkets was especially annoying. They pushed their carts slowly and what felt like a total lack of awareness. They pushed their carts down the center of an aisle oblivious to the fact this blocked other shoppers and then stayed there to look for the lowest priced object on their list. At the checkout, after all the items have been tabulated, they then hunt through their purses or pockets to find their checkbooks. This was also the time when they might question the cost of certain items. OMG, and I can't believe it, I did that yesterday. I was using a credit card but I thought I was overcharged on my peas and asparagus; turned out that I misread the bargain pamphlet.

Oy vey, that was worse than a mirror...but not by much. Quite bothersome is when I am shopping for some Electronics and almost all the clerks speak to me loud and slowly, apparently assuming that since the wheel and fire, I am ignorant of any advances. So I will say to them, "Thank you for your advice, but can you tell me how I can turn it on and off." They seem to expect that question.

I had a show with Dr. Goin on our Vision Broadcasting station Called "A Senior Moment" every Wednesday.Most of what we filmed was at the Senior Center when I was in my early 60s (that felt like to me my 40s, go figure. Mirrors were not yet my mortal enemy, but I never looked closely, letting the fog of my mirror out of the shower blur the details of my image). I think that we covered a myriad of issues important to the elderly in our show. Yet I h**ed being at the Senior Center with all these old people looking for purpose in a variety of games and company that I found pathetic then. I know go to there twice a week dances with my VA driver, who plays in a Christian Band. I found them very nice.

Never say never, lol.

son of witless

Wow did you ever hit the nail on the head. I am not ready to bust all of my mirrors yet, but the supermarket theme made my blood run cold. I frequently bop into supermarkets during breaks on my job. I am generally getting a very few or even one item. I will not tell you what murderous thoughts come into my head as I get behind old people.

They push their shopping carts the same way they drive their cars. They stop in the middle of the aisles and block them. They barely know who or what is in front of them, and what's to the right or left or behind them is not their problem. Peripheral vision disappeared decades ago with them. Then you get behind them at the checkouts.

Never get behind me in a check out line, because even though I have very little and am paying cash, I am cursed. The person in front of me, not always a geezer, will suddenly have a problem and the line stops. The other, longer lines to the left and right of me will speed up while my line stops dead.

But many times it is a geezer. I looked at 4 check out lines one time. 3 were very long, and the short one had an old guy, with a small order. Instantly when I got in line the old guy got out a newspaper circular and proceeded to argue the sale price of a cantaloupe. Decision time. Do I change lines ? I waited until a couple of other personnel came over to settle the matter, and then I realized it was time to change.

I got into one of the long lines and eventually was checked out. As I left the store I glanced over and saw the geezer was still there arguing over the sale price of the cantaloupe.

rumitoid

Very funny. I thoroughly agree. And I thought that I was the worst checkout line guesser. Almost always wrong, geezer or not. Thank you. Needed a good laugh.

Smedley_buzkill

I have not had a screwup since I turned 65. They are called "Senior Moments." Instead of counting sheep, I lay awake and think of all the s**t I can get away with now by blaming my age. Bojangles gives me a senior discount. Come to think of it, Auto Zone does also, but that's because I'm a veteran. Be still my beating heart.

rumitoid

Very fun. Thank you. Loved "...all the s**t I can get away with..."

son of witless

You are number two, behind me. If anyone in the store has a credit or debit card that doesn't work, I will find my way behind them. There I stand with a fist full of cash, and I can't even get robbed.

rumitoid

For me, that line with only one old lady, while the others had 3 or 4, would have a problem that demanded the Store Manager to work out...in twenty minutes.

son of witless