Angry Old Man

I got yelled at by an old man last weekend. He was 95. I had parked in his parking place while visiting my grandmother at her retirement home. I didn't know. I didn't see the "cone" sitting in front of the spot that was marked 'reserved'.

After an hour of being parked there, I had to get a bag out of the trunk. As I did that, Methuselah came out of nowhere to verbally anihalate me. He had been staking out my car for an HOUR! He had hunted me down like wild swine. No joke, he treated me like I had just slaughtered his family, asking why why why.

Over and over, I graciously apologized and said I didn't know it was reserved. Over and over he continued to point to the little cone marked "reserved." Dude, reserved for what? The hurst on its way to pick you up? There's 10 open spaces in an empty lot.

I said, "I'll be leaving in a minute. There's worse things happening in the world. By the way, what the F do you care? you're 95 years old and If you get behind the wheel of that car, I'm calling the cops."

That old man hovered over my car for 15 more minutes while I was saying goodbye to my grandmother. When I did leave, he actually got in his car and changed spots. (I heard later, it took a good 5 minutes to manuver one spot over).

Point is, when you're that old, (besides blowing ass and not caring....err....knowing) theres only a few small things left in your life that you can control. That parking place is his domain. It's his to patrol and his last shred of world to protect. While they fail to care about some of the little things, it's the other little things that can control their lifes.