As I enter my autumn years I'm finding it harder than ever to tolerate old people.
Because I'm still sprightly and can still manage to walk my 10,000 steps a day and unload watching Pornhub I don't belong in that category. And once again the problem reared it's ugly head today........twice.
At Tesco, with some old hag with trembling hands insisting on 'counting out the exact money for you dear to make it easy for you'. And a dithering old cunt in the Garden Centre asking if some fucking plant I'd never heard of would be available NEXT year. Not bothering about the people in the queue while the suffering bint on the till went to ask. It took all my will power not to shove the leaf rake I had in my hand up his arse, rake side first. Or screaming at the old crone in Tesco 'Get a fucking card you old shit, you're NOT making it easier for her she's about to top herself !'
My daughter, who's in the NHS and trained to be understanding with these cretins says 'You'll be like that some day and besides, it may be their only conversation that week'.
Well I've told Pale Junior.
If I ever get like that just fucking shoot me. As for nobody to talk to, that's bollocks. I talk to myself and I'm bloody good company.
palerider wrote: ↑Fri Oct 22, 2021 2:18 pm
As I enter my autumn years I'm finding it harder than ever to tolerate old people.
Because I'm still sprightly and can still manage to walk my 10,000 steps a day and unload watching Pornhub I don't belong in that category. And once again the problem reared it's ugly head today........twice.
At Tesco, with some old hag with trembling hands insisting on 'counting out the exact money for you dear to make it easy for you'. And a dithering old cunt in the Garden Centre asking if some fucking plant I'd never heard of would be available NEXT year. Not bothering about the people in the queue while the suffering bint on the till went to ask. It took all my will power not to shove the leaf rake I had in my hand up his arse, rake side first. Or screaming at the old crone in Tesco 'Get a fucking card you old shit, you're NOT making it easier for her she's about to top herself !'
My daughter, who's in the NHS and trained to be understanding with these cretins says 'You'll be like that some day and besides, it may be their only conversation that week'.
Well I've told Pale Junior.
If I ever get like that just fucking shoot me. As for nobody to talk to, that's bollocks. I talk to myself and I'm bloody good company.
palerider wrote: ↑Fri Oct 22, 2021 2:18 pm
As I enter my autumn years I'm finding it harder than ever to tolerate old people.
Because I'm still sprightly and can still manage to walk my 10,000 steps a day and unload watching Pornhub I don't belong in that category. And once again the problem reared it's ugly head today........twice.
At Tesco, with some old hag with trembling hands insisting on 'counting out the exact money for you dear to make it easy for you'. And a dithering old cunt in the Garden Centre asking if some fucking plant I'd never heard of would be available NEXT year. Not bothering about the people in the queue while the suffering bint on the till went to ask. It took all my will power not to shove the leaf rake I had in my hand up his arse, rake side first. Or screaming at the old crone in Tesco 'Get a fucking card you old shit, you're NOT making it easier for her she's about to top herself !'
My daughter, who's in the NHS and trained to be understanding with these cretins says 'You'll be like that some day and besides, it may be their only conversation that week'.
Well I've told Pale Junior.
If I ever get like that just fucking shoot me. As for nobody to talk to, that's bollocks. I talk to myself and I'm bloody good company.
You see that's the trouble with these oxygen thieves, no respect for anyone.
Fair play to you, for showing great restraint. Personally I'd have brained the vagrant.
palerider wrote: ↑Fri Oct 22, 2021 2:18 pm
As I enter my autumn years I'm finding it harder than ever to tolerate old people.
Because I'm still sprightly and can still manage to walk my 10,000 steps a day and unload watching Pornhub I don't belong in that category. And once again the problem reared it's ugly head today........twice.
At Tesco, with some old hag with trembling hands insisting on 'counting out the exact money for you dear to make it easy for you'. And a dithering old cunt in the Garden Centre asking if some fucking plant I'd never heard of would be available NEXT year. Not bothering about the people in the queue while the suffering bint on the till went to ask. It took all my will power not to shove the leaf rake I had in my hand up his arse, rake side first. Or screaming at the old crone in Tesco 'Get a fucking card you old shit, you're NOT making it easier for her she's about to top herself !'
My daughter, who's in the NHS and trained to be understanding with these cretins says 'You'll be like that some day and besides, it may be their only conversation that week'.
Well I've told Pale Junior.
If I ever get like that just fucking shoot me. As for nobody to talk to, that's bollocks. I talk to myself and I'm bloody good company.
You see that's the trouble with these oxygen thieves, no respect for anyone.
Fair play to you, for showing great restraint. Personally I'd have brained the vagrant.
Quite, and your forthright views do you credit my learned friend.
I admit I was indeed soft on the pair of them and will do an Alec Baldwin on a transgressor before the end of the month, I'm sure there'll be plenty. How often do you see the cunts in the supermarket, masked-up and dawdling along with their trollies loaded with soup and cat food, blocking the aisles.
palerider wrote: ↑Fri Oct 22, 2021 2:18 pm
As I enter my autumn years I'm finding it harder than ever to tolerate old people.
Because I'm still sprightly and can still manage to walk my 10,000 steps a day and unload watching Pornhub I don't belong in that category. And once again the problem reared it's ugly head today........twice.
At Tesco, with some old hag with trembling hands insisting on 'counting out the exact money for you dear to make it easy for you'. And a dithering old cunt in the Garden Centre asking if some fucking plant I'd never heard of would be available NEXT year. Not bothering about the people in the queue while the suffering bint on the till went to ask. It took all my will power not to shove the leaf rake I had in my hand up his arse, rake side first. Or screaming at the old crone in Tesco 'Get a fucking card you old shit, you're NOT making it easier for her she's about to top herself !'
My daughter, who's in the NHS and trained to be understanding with these cretins says 'You'll be like that some day and besides, it may be their only conversation that week'.
Well I've told Pale Junior.
If I ever get like that just fucking shoot me. As for nobody to talk to, that's bollocks. I talk to myself and I'm bloody good company.
