eldery people, argh!!

i wil say this with respect. I am dissapointed in u.
All those commetns, i agree with. I am dissapointed that u feel this way about older people.

They are from a different time. If you live long enough you will get to have people tell you how annoying you are and how they want to choke you for not being "with the times."

I personally agree with the old folks about tattoos. They're hideous.

Don't threaten ME with a dead fish!
reg: 4/4/00 | posts: 1895

Ignore 'em, Housewife...I hear that *beep* all the time too whenever I dare *gasp* to say anything against the elderly. It's like it's politically incorrect or even taboo to call them on their BS. Example, a couple weeks or so ago an elderly woman mistook her brake for her gas pedal and crashed into a hair salon killing a woman who was in the middle of a shampoo. The cops actually let her go (WITH her licence still intact). When I posted on the net that she was an incredibly selfish person to go on driving when she needs to stop, I was met with all kinds of abuse.

Anyhoo...I agree with your post totally, but you forgot one other thing the elderly customers do that makes me outright homicidal. When they would insist on digging out change (verrrrrry slowwwwwly) instead of producing another bill, making all the customers behind them pissed off and giving YOU the death glare.

Grrrrr....then when they get up to the counter they blame YOU for working too slowly. Mrs. Connolly strikes again lol

Haha by now you're old.

I couldn't agree with you more. Back in the 1990s I had a somewhat similar experience to that suffered by Ben Stiller and Drew Barrymore in the movie. I had bought a co-op apartment in Bronxville, NY and there was an elderly couple living over me in the next apartment line. Their kitchen was over my bedroom and when the husband was sitting at the kitchen table he would constantly move the chair back and forth. The screeching noise this made drove me crazy. It was like nails on a blackboard.So I went up to their apartment, introduced myself and described the problem to them. That initial encounter seemed to be a positive one because the wife told her husband to go down to my apartment with me and she would then move the kitchen chair so that he could hear for himself what I was complaining about. He came down with me, heard it and told me they would take care of the problem. I felt so relieved, thinking that it would soon be over. Well, in their attempt to resolve it, they only made it worse. They had gone to Home Depot and told the clerk what the problem was. The clerk's solution- "Buy these metal taps and attach them to the bottom of the chair legs." They did and it certainly didn't cure the problem. If anything, it made it worse. When I spoke to them a second time to let them know their solution didn't work, they said "Well, this is what the clerk at the store told us to buy." I then offered a possible solution. I told them I would buy a swatch of soft fabric, cut it to size to fit the diameter of the taps and glue it to the chair legs with a hot glue gun. The woman turned it down out of hand, telling me I wasn't going to glue anything to her chairs. This is when it went south. Before making an official complaint to the Board, I tried to handle it ex-oficio by speaking to one of the Co-Op Board members whom I was friendly with. I was operating from the principle that his intervention might make a difference and that maybe it could be handled under the radar, so to speak. I wasn't looking to cause any trouble for the elderly couple if it could be avoided. I just wanted a resolution so I could have some peace and quiet. When this Board member and two of his colleagues went up to the couple to try and do a noise test, they were refused entrance. It was at that point that I had no alternative but to report the situation to the Co-Op Board and at their next monthly meeting, the issue was brought forth. The elderly couple went on the offensive, accusing me of harassing them and denying that the husband had ever set foot in my apartment to do a noise test. I told him to his face in front of the Board and the other tenants that he was a bald-faced liar. I guess after that, they took me off their Hanukkah list. Fortunately, though, he croaked in due course. When I saw the death announcement in the elevator, I was ecstatic.

Another simply lovely encounter occurred back in the mid-1970s when I was living at home. There was this elderly couple living in the apartment directly over us and they would blast their TV set. The sound would come right through the ceiling. They did this because the old woman was hard-of-hearing. She told me this when I went up to confront them over it. I asked her why she didn't get a hearing aid and then she wouldn't have to blast the TV and you know what her response was? She said "Well, if I needed one, wouldn't my doctor tell me I did?" I looked at her like she was nuts. I said to her "What difference does it make whether he tells you or not? You know you can't hear normally. You just admitted to me that you're hard-of hearing. So you already know. Why would you need him to tell you something you already know?"

So, yeah- I hear what you're saying, monsterpoo. And while not all elderly people fit the *beep* mold, (my current landlords are a lovely, lovely elderly Italian couple who treat me like one of their children and can't do enough for me) there's enough of the slimebag variety out there who do fit the mold.

I agree.Elderly people can be rude.Some of them still believe they are in a time warp.Women should be staying at home while the Man works.Even though they are living in modern times they still act as if everything should be just like it was in 1900.