one of the “benefits” of working where i do is that there are a heaping shitload of retirement homes. they’re always really annoying because every single time you need something from your truck, you gotta buzz back in or wait for some old codger to slide his walker, baby steps to the door to let you in. not only that but all they want to do is talk your ear off. “you look like my son!”, “you’re too young for this line of work!”, “no one comes to visit me here!” and my absolute favorite “sorry, i was in the bathroom, i’m old, old people spend a lot of time in the bathroom”… thanks for the visual grandpa, and i don’t care about your ‘progrimms’ or golf and i certainly don’t have time to program your massively over-sized universal remote that you bought in skymall.
i had this old guy with one of those jefferson’s hats on today that wouldn’t shut up about how his wife worked at a hospital and how his kids were grown. but the absolute worst is when they talk about how their spouse’s of 60 years just passed away and now they’re all alone. they loosely throw around the phrase: i was supposed to die first!. i know you’re having a rough time, but now i’m thoroughly depressed. ugh. don’t get me wrong, i like old people, but i guess i feel the same way about kids. i only like my old people.
oh yeah, and they always smell like moth balls.
