Ageism
There I was, in the local market buying some eggs. There’s this lady in front of me who’s wearing those Terminator sunglasses. She’s purchasing some groceries, and I’m waiting. It’s finally time to pay. Now, she goes to her purse. Now, when I usually go to buy things, I have my money out and ready, because when I’m waiting on line, and have nothing better to do, I get read to make my transaction as quick and seamless as possible. I don’t know, call me forward thinking. Now if you’ve ever seen an elderly lady dig out a coin purse, you know that this next minute is the most agonizing and painful ever. To make matters worse, she starts chuckling at her own inability to fish out change of a change purse. I just don’t get it, how is your own body dying and decaying FUNNY?
So that mess is over, and I go to leave. And no, I can’t leave the parking lot because the same old lady is taking her sweet time crossing the street. I guess I should be grateful she isn’t driving. But TWICE she has thwarted me.
When I reach that age, I am going to pay for EVERYTHING using a credit card, or maybe by then an RFID payment system. And if I can’t drive, I’ll have a Segway. Or perhaps a Little Rascal. Souped up of course. Maybe with some decals. And a spoiler.