I live in a suburban hell community, with its tower of flames also including several retirement communities. I have adjusted my shopping schedules, to accommodate the influx of retirement buses bombarding the grocery store, making a smooth check out nearly impossible. I have curtailed my activities driving in my car between the hours of 9 am to 2 pm in this area as not to have an early heart attack at the stress of trying to navigate my way around all the Buick’s, Oldsmobile’s, and occasional “WTF are you doing in that sports car” driving 15 miles below the speed limit, making turns without indicators, and generally driving around town like lost Asian tourists.

As long as I obey those simple rules, I should save myself some grief. For the most part, I will say that the older folks in my hood are nice people. I can not say the same for the aging generation in Washington County. I spend a lot of time there because that is where our pottery studio is located as well as most of my family.

For some reason, the older folks, esp the older men, in this area are a different breed. They are nasty, self-righteous, and rude. For the SECOND time now, I have had to put these old fucks back in there place, especially when their rude behavior is done in front of my child. Whether I am trying to just get a fucking gallon of milk at the grocery store, selling pottery at a festival, or watching a show at a local theater, these assholes feel entitled to spread their misery over anyone whom seems to be in a good mood, express kindness, or not kiss their asses as if they are walking gods because they have lived longer then 75% of their high school classes.

I don’t think saying excuse me so I could get the kids breakfast milk to an old fucker who is standing in front of the milk gallons for 5 minutes not moving deserves the “I guess its all about you today” snide comment. My response back “Yes, I guess it IS all about me now, since YOUR generation has destroyed anything that was remotely good about this country” and walked away. While walking away down the frozen food isle, I took it upon myself to notify other normal shoppers of the potential danger in the milk isle by announcing loudly to my daughter’s embarrassment: “WARNING: GRUMPY OLD MAN IN THE MILK AISLE, GRUMPY OLD MAN IN THE MILK AISLE”.

So nasty, grumpy, old men in Hagerstown watch out. I am not going to take your shit anymore. And if you are thinking “those old people didn’t ruin America”…think again.