I first noticed the power and entitlement of the Little Old Lady when I moved to this town, and would go and do the food shopping every day. We would all stand there in our orderly queue, and a LOL would come in, greet everyone politely, and in an absentminded, apologetically bumbling way, meander (through a densely packed small crowd) to the front, ask kindly after the proprietor's maternal uncle's cousin's recent health scare, and without pausing for breath, would add, "Oh, have you only got three of those rolls left? Put them aside for me, will you? I'll have them for my lunch with a bit of mortadella and the last mozzarella you've got there", and then she would bumble back into her place in the queue (but about five people ahead of where she actually was). Quite often two or three of these pernicious old dears would do this before you got to the counter, and although the proprietor was wise to them and refused to serve them out of turn, who could be cruel enough to take that last juicy mozzarella, or those lovely rolls?
They are shameless, aren't they, Louise? There used to be ab older lady in my life, who had more or less introduced herself to me with "My name is X, I'm very old and you've been neglecting me." Which because I was young, dumb, and kindhearted, I unquestioningly bought into and became her stooge until she died, very many years later. It's nice not to be young any more.
Actually, I've just looked in the mirror. I'm old but blonde and feisty. The only time I pleaded my age as not realising my driving licence was OOD, was a police road check. I pleaded everything including insanity and being Very Old. The black policeman, very nice, said 'How old?' . I ran out of fingers and guessed. He stepped back and stared. He let me go after a lecture. Phew. Had to pop back in village for a quick 🍷😁😂
Good one, Suzette. I've never been able to get around driving tickets myself (possibly laughing at the officer involved is not the smartest of ideas) but have watched my husband in a similar circumstance physically lose two inches of height and gain a belt of blubber around his waist. It was the reverse of pretty but it did save us some money. Glad you enjoyed the piece!
I first noticed the power and entitlement of the Little Old Lady when I moved to this town, and would go and do the food shopping every day. We would all stand there in our orderly queue, and a LOL would come in, greet everyone politely, and in an absentminded, apologetically bumbling way, meander (through a densely packed small crowd) to the front, ask kindly after the proprietor's maternal uncle's cousin's recent health scare, and without pausing for breath, would add, "Oh, have you only got three of those rolls left? Put them aside for me, will you? I'll have them for my lunch with a bit of mortadella and the last mozzarella you've got there", and then she would bumble back into her place in the queue (but about five people ahead of where she actually was). Quite often two or three of these pernicious old dears would do this before you got to the counter, and although the proprietor was wise to them and refused to serve them out of turn, who could be cruel enough to take that last juicy mozzarella, or those lovely rolls?
They are shameless, aren't they, Louise? There used to be ab older lady in my life, who had more or less introduced herself to me with "My name is X, I'm very old and you've been neglecting me." Which because I was young, dumb, and kindhearted, I unquestioningly bought into and became her stooge until she died, very many years later. It's nice not to be young any more.
I am taking notes, and sometimes having little practice runs. I am going to be the old lady that makes the rest of them look like dilettantes:)
You go, girl!
Actually, I've just looked in the mirror. I'm old but blonde and feisty. The only time I pleaded my age as not realising my driving licence was OOD, was a police road check. I pleaded everything including insanity and being Very Old. The black policeman, very nice, said 'How old?' . I ran out of fingers and guessed. He stepped back and stared. He let me go after a lecture. Phew. Had to pop back in village for a quick 🍷😁😂
Good one, Suzette. I've never been able to get around driving tickets myself (possibly laughing at the officer involved is not the smartest of ideas) but have watched my husband in a similar circumstance physically lose two inches of height and gain a belt of blubber around his waist. It was the reverse of pretty but it did save us some money. Glad you enjoyed the piece!
Excellent!! 👍
was she from Pasadena?
She had nothing like her dash!