I just got home from the grocery store and it must've been the local old lady (85+) meetup. I don't remember the last time I was so aggravated.
Old lady #1 cuts in line in front of me at the meat counter, where I'd been patiently waiting to speak to the butcher. She cuts right in line as the person in front of me was finishing up, and then the damn butcher looks at me, looks at her, and starts helping her. And of course it's not just a simple thing she needs. Nooooooo. She NEEDS NEEDS NEEDS MUST HAVE frozen - NOT FRESH!!! - tilapia. GAH.
Then I was at the checkout, which was a mob scene. The person in front of me got their schit on the belt, then I moved up to put my stuff on there, when this old lady swoops in out of nowhere with a gallon of milk and tries to cut in front of me. WTH!?
I looked at her and said, Excuse me. She said something about just having one little thing and threw out a pathetic look, and I told her I didn't think so, that she needed to go to the end of the line. JESUS, you'd think I'd taken away her Dentucreme. She huffed and puffed to the back of the line and I could feel her shooting daggers into the back of my head.
The area we live in appears to be a MECCA for old retirees who are annoying in every single damn facet of life.