I Think I Might Be Showing My Age
WARNING: Any smart ass who makes a comment about my age is at risk of having a really embarrasing post about written them. You know I have the stories to do it and in most cases I have pictures to back me up. Don’t think for one second that I won’t post them here. You’ve been warned.
The other day I was in the position of having to ask someone to show me an ID. (Don’t ask) Of course she didn’t have one that had her current information on it. This young ‘lady’ was barely eighteen, she was a little on the ghetto fabulous side and she had at least 24 piercings in her head. Seriously, she had ten going up each ear, one in each eyebrow, one in her nose and one in her lip. I’m surprized that she wasn’t leaking brain fluid all over the place. Then again, she probably ran out weeks ago.
So she’s digging through her purse and all of a sudden she says, in a louder than normal voice, ‘Will my birth control work?’ Before I could stop myself, I respond, ‘I sure hope it’s working.’
Was that out loud?
Damn.
It was.
Luckily, she wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, so she didn’t get what I was implying. Sure enough, she whipped out a prescription for birth control, held it up for the whole world to see and was standing there grinning from ear to ear. She was so proud of herself for finding what she needed.
Now, here’s my issue. Is there no decorum left in the world? Don’t get me wrong, I am by no means a prude. But I would never think of whipping out a prescription, much less my birth control, to hold up for a room full of stranger’s to see.
Who does that?
That is the thing with young people these days. They have no couth. And honey, don’t worry about your age…as long as you look young, who the hell cares! Like me…I look a lot younger than I am, but I, obviously, know a lot more than that chic knows. LMAO!!!!!
You’re only a month older than me, so I don’t see what the problem is? ha ha
New years night I’m standing at the grocery store (last minute purchasing) in a line of people waiting to use the self checkout lanes and this girl (maybe 16 or in around) starts complaining to her mother about the inconvenience of waiting.
“There’s one open right there. This is stupid! Why do WE have to wait!” as she’s wearing one of those cardboard New years hats with the glitter that falls in your drink on her FAT head.
I turn to her a tell her,” if it will put you in a better mood, by all means, go ahead!”
Then I get a look from her like she’s been constipated for a month! As if I don’t have the right to tell her to SHUT UP!!!
Patience! The ability to control one’s profanity in public! General manners! Our parents taught it to us… where’s theirs!?
Well Travis….. patience, manners and respect with these young whippier snappers went out the door when they started yelling “CHILD ABUSE”. I’m old school a little swat on the ass never hurted anyone, I’ve had plenty in my day and I turned out fine.
Me too, Paula! I have a slight limp and subtle brain damage, but other than that, you could never tell! 8-P