Spare Us, Lady! Courtesy, the www
I’ve never had any love whatsoever for the ever-complaining, slow-driving, cranky old ladies and gentlemen who live in almost every decent neighborhood everywhere in the world, it seems.
When you have to get somewhere in a hurry, you’re bound to end up behind a 80-yr old driving his truck at 5 below the speed limit and waiting at every stop sign for what seems like eternity.
If you drive past their homes, they will be invariably standing around waving you to slow down, even if you’re barely over the limit.
When you get home late or are engaging in otherwise shady activity (even on your own property), you can see them peeking out their windows.
Sure, they’ve got nothing else to do. But we’ve got a lot on our plates, in contrast.
This whole Obama-Gates affair was similarly precipitated on the over-eagerness of, well, an elderly person:
Ms. Whalen also told the dispatcher that she called 911 on behalf of an elderly neighbor who saw the men trying to get into the house.
I am not age-ist. I love elderly people, just not always.
The poor Whalens are getting flak for merely calling “on behalf of an elderly neighbor.” That should teach ‘em.
