Skip to comments.Finally - A Funny Doonesbury About Life - and No Leftist Politics
Posted on 11/18/2012 9:09:04 AM PST by ProtectOurFreedom
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“When I heard Steely Dan in an elevator, I knew I was old.”
Heck, I’ve heard Jimi Hendrix and Black Sabbath and Deep Purple!
Chatty old people drive me nuts in a grocery line (probably because although I am getting older I am not at all chatty). They always get in front of me in line and have nothing better to do than tell the cashier about their second cousin's great niece's cat while my bananas are turning brown sitting on the conveyer belt. If you see me behind you sliding to the front of my cart and scooting my groceries forward on the belt by half an inch it is time to put away your pictures and go home.
Don't be an irritable inglubion! That may be the only interaction with a human that old person had all day long.
Be patient, you may be that old person, some day, and you'll appreciate the patience of the folks in the line behind you.
Nah, the point is the hot young gals stop looking at you as a hunk and now ignore you because of your impending geezer-dom.
I already AM an old person and it would never enter my fading mind to make other people wait while I chat about trivia. My late parents, grandparents, and in-laws also had times of loneliness or isolation, but they were aware enough to know that other people behind them on the road or in the check-out lane were busy and didn't need to be inconvenienced. If I need someone to talk to, the check-out girl at the supermarket is not really the best choice because she's supposed to be working, focusing on her job. Distracting her beyond "Plastic, please," is not helpful. Posting HTML
Notice the Wonder bread??
Just think, your grandchildren will have no idea what Wonder bread or Twinkies are.
I always look at them and feel nothing but pity for them. They are stuck, for the most part, in lives that are so meaningless that is defies description. I got to live through the 50’s, and 60’s and the 80’s when the possibility of a future seemed quite possible. Those that ignore me, and I’m 61, are the ones that are invisible to me. They are the generation that will envy the dead. They are nothing but Zombies with Smartphones. As for this particular Doonesbury, it was spot on.
Then again, I never (not just in the recent past) recall getting too much attention paid to me, other than telling me where to swipe my card. (Actually, back then, they were still swiping it.)
When I was young there was a period of time that I worked odd shifts and shopped in the stores during what must haave been senior shopping days. I would be in the produce department and older people would hold up a vegtable and ask me if I could tell them how to cook it. Same thing in the meat department. Took a couple of times before I caught on, well-dressed lonely people looking for conversation. I would chat for a bit and smile. Grace is a gift we all need.
I’ve been invisible to women for years.
The youngster cashier does seem to be treating them rather indifferently too....
No life that knows God will be meaningless. God’s acceptance among people may go into and out of vogue, but God himself is the same being always.
Great, now that Carpenters song is going to be running through my head for the rest of the night.
all my life.... *sniff*
Yep, the last panel explains everything. So true...