I love old people...but

Ever since I was little I have loved "WHITE HAIRED" people. Never seemed to call them old people. I would see one in a store and I would have to go up and hug them...I haven't continued to do that since. Pretty sure they'd be scared shitless.

But today I stopped by the grocery store and in there was a "white headed" person.

An OLD MAN WORKING, as in bagging my groceries. Why is this old man working? Why isn’t he at home, surrounded by grandchildren and a faithful lap dog? Why is he my slave? Yes, I can bag my own groceries, but I tend to bristle at that thought. I have a job. I am not above yelling, “We need a bagger at lane 4!” although this has never actually resulted in a bagger showing up.

And I don’t want to insult the old man by pushing him aside to do it myself. Maybe he likes working. Although we probably KNOW he doesn’t! I just feel bad for the guy.

I hate that old people have to work. I feel like this is an example of how I'm going to be when I'm older. (Which by the looks of today's economy I probably will) Even though I'm spending all of my time going to get a college education, somewhere on down the line when I'm old"er"... I'm prob gonna end up at Chili's working. You think I’m making this up, go to any Chili’s. I guarantee there’s an old lady waiting to seat you. She’s wearing heels even tho she’s on her feet all day. Her back is killing her. She can barely hold those giant menus thanks to arthritis. Enjoy your freaking baby-back ribs.

I’m a hearty eater, but nothing kills my appetite faster than an old person eating alone. Especially an old man. An old man wearing a suit. At McDonald’s. Most likely his wife died and his kids ignore him, but I like to pretend that his wife is a shrew and his kids are jerks.

Are you crying yet?

Well there is no end to the selfishness of "some" old people. Consider the old man in Speedos. Cruel! We have to live on this planet, too.