A week or two ago, my MA returned from her lunch, and showed me her parking lot find: a couple of dirty syringes, with bent needles. “I found them on the ground behind my tire”, she related.
My thoughts were, ‘what sort of fool, even among the universe of fools who inject drugs, leaves a freaking needle on the ground in a parking lot, where children come and go on their way to their own physician appointments?’
So, just the other day, TDW-Mark II needed to recharge her cash card. Off to her bank we went. The gentleman attending to her transaction appeared to be somewhere in his twenties, whereas I, myself, am approaching 70 (and so closely approaching 70, that 70 has started to tap his brakes, and slow down, in hopes that I would not admire his bumper so closely anymore!).
TDW was making conversation with this gentleman, and he was owning that this sort of transaction was unfamiliar to him. TDW then up and chirps, “It must be hard on poor elderly people, who don’t have computers, or know how to use them! That whole smart phone, and computer banking thing can be rough on the elderly!”
I looked at her for a moment, and spoke up. “Am I not standing right here? You CAN see me, right? Really? I. Am. Right. Here!”
2 thoughts on “Gotta Scratch That Itch!”
The kind of fool who doesn’t care about any of that namby-pamby looking out for others’ welfare. Went camping at a state park in Missouri; the ground around the check-in kiosk was littered with needles. I started to pick them up, swearing under my breath, then quit (picking, not swearing) when I realized I would be there for hours. Sigh.
RE old: she didn’t say she was referring to YOU. 🙂
Were I King (and, it is likely A Good Thing that I am not!),such vermin be sought out, and exiled to The Wilds of Chicagostan!