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Some old man bumped in to me (I was standing still talking to my friends) at McDonalds which made me drop my McFlurry which splooshed all over the floor ...
I said: "Oh that's okay." - After I turned towards him
He replied: "You better apologize properly" - In an extremely rude tone which confused me
I replied: "Uhhh I was standing still though ..." - I start to walk away after I say this
He said: "Where do you think you're walking off to without apologizing?! Kids these days have no damn manners."
My mind just went psychotic
I said: "Listen you old fuck, I was standing here talking with my friends and you fucking ran into me, if anything you should compensate me and buy me my fucking ice cream, not give me this shit tone because you think you're some old fuck that is better than me" - I pretty much yelled this straight in his face which I assume he didn't expect because his facial expression changed as I started going nuts on him
Then he just mumbled something which I couldn't catch and he left the McDonalds without buying anything. Then the employees gave me a free McFlurry, which was really nice of them because I was going to just buy another one anyway lol
EDIT: Overall, old people like this are annoying, one even threw a bottle water at my car (while we were both driving) because I wouldn't let him cut me off ... but I guess that's more funny than annoying :D
  
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McFlurries are good :D
I wouldnt have done the same thing, but meh you do have a point...
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motbob
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I don't understand. Is this a brag blog about intimidating old people? Is it a blog about how old people are annoying? Help me out here.
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Some people need to learn their place. I can't imagine why somebody would see that as bragging.
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You should have challenged him to a dance-off. Then it would have been on.
Dance up in his face and make sure the suckah knows he's been served.
Take this shit to the streetz.
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Calgary25977 Posts
You didn't actually say any of that, did you?
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Probably about how they are annoying, who would brag about intimidating old people anyways?
Ageism I tells ya. lol.
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Canadians are supposed to apologize to you when you bump into them. Don't you watch How I met your mother?
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Totally agree with you OP, it can be incredibly annoying when people expect that their age alone makes them deserve respect. While I'm not sure I would be able to do the same in your situation, I definitely agree with your sentiment.
Edit: Of course, by respect I mean outside of the ordinary kind that you should show toward any other human being that has not shown him/herself not to be worthy of it.
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i was sitting in canada and this old guy bumped into this guy who was talking to his "friends" and the splooosh
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On June 26 2010 00:45 Chill wrote:
You didn't actually say any of that, did you?
the blog title kinda made me lol as it was the first thing i saw when i came on tl today but this post made me chuckle even more
are you sure you said all that bro? or did you just feel like saying it, ahah.
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yeah fuck entitled old people
you did the right thing
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Austin10831 Posts
TBH this could've been avoided if you'd been using some sort of advanced gripping surface on your hands. The bump may have rattled you, but you'd have held on to that McFlurry like Dominic Toretto gripping the wheel as he pushes his car into an impossible turn. Hey, maybe racing gloves? I don't know if you can get those where you live, but I'd look into it.
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I did say that pretty much word for word (I know I swore a lot though lol), Chill you've met me and I'm just a normal person, but people that act like this just piss me off and I flip out.
This is blog about how annoying some old people are. Oh and they shouldn't be allowed to drive as well, going like 10 under on every god damn street =.=
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Even if this is bragging... IT WAS A GODDAM MC FLURRY.
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On June 26 2010 00:45 Chill wrote:
You didn't actually say any of that, did you?
Oh chill I think he did. You know, I just think you should be the better person and just apologizes. Speaking in that tone is bad, I think you could have explain that in a much calmer way.
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Korea (South)17174 Posts
I pretty much yelled this straight in his face which
I think you told a pretty much accurate version of the story.
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China10252 Posts
On June 26 2010 00:45 Chill wrote:
You didn't actually say any of that, did you?
I wouldnt have the guts to say that to a elderly person in public. But they do take advantage of it.
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On June 26 2010 00:45 Shalthrea wrote:
Totally agree with you OP, it can be incredibly annoying when people expect that their age alone makes them deserve respect. While I'm not sure I would be able to do the same in your situation, I definitely agree with your sentiment.
Welcome to society. And welcome to Canadian society, where it is expected that you will damn-well apologize to someone after they have run into you. That's the only way to keep the wheel of abstract apologies spinning.
Aaaannnnd, we're all going to wish we set a better example for the upcoming generations when we're 95 and some racing-glove wearing b-boy is pretending to swear at us because we made him spill his icecream.
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On June 26 2010 00:50 Flaccid wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 00:45 Shalthrea wrote:
Totally agree with you OP, it can be incredibly annoying when people expect that their age alone makes them deserve respect. While I'm not sure I would be able to do the same in your situation, I definitely agree with your sentiment. Welcome to society. And welcome to Canadian society, where it is expected that you will damn-well apologize to someone after they have run into you. That's the only way to keep the wheel of abstract apologies spinning. Aaaannnnd, we're all going to wish we set a better example for the upcoming generations when we're 95 and some racing-glove wearing b-boy is pretending to swear at us because we made him spill his icecream.
I told him "it was okay" after he bumped into me because I was just going to buy a new one. The normal person would:
1. Apologize and just go back to what they were doing.
2. Say "Oh ok" or something along those lines and go back to what they were doing.
Not "You better apologize to me" when he's the one that hit me.
If I was 95 and I bumped into someone I'm pretty sure I would just apologize right away out of common sense.
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Oh god brood, such a good post.
I probably wouldn't have gotten all cussy and angry because it would probably just undermine my points but I'd definitely have given the old guy the what-for.
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On June 26 2010 00:53 kOre wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 00:50 Flaccid wrote:On June 26 2010 00:45 Shalthrea wrote:
Totally agree with you OP, it can be incredibly annoying when people expect that their age alone makes them deserve respect. While I'm not sure I would be able to do the same in your situation, I definitely agree with your sentiment. Welcome to society. And welcome to Canadian society, where it is expected that you will damn-well apologize to someone after they have run into you. That's the only way to keep the wheel of abstract apologies spinning. Aaaannnnd, we're all going to wish we set a better example for the upcoming generations when we're 95 and some racing-glove wearing b-boy is pretending to swear at us because we made him spill his icecream. I told him "it was okay" after he bumped into me because I was just going to buy a new one. The normal person would: 1. Apologize and just go back to what they were doing. 2. Say "Oh ok" or something along those lines and go back to what they were doing. Not "You better apologize to me" when he's the one that hit me. If I was 95 and I bumped into someone I'm pretty sure I would just apologize right away out of common sense.
Prolly a bitter Korean war vet =="
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On June 26 2010 00:48 BroOd wrote:
TBH this could've been avoided if you'd been using some sort of advanced gripping surface on your hands. The bump may have rattled you, but you'd have held on to that McFlurry like Dominic Toretto gripping the wheel as he pushes his car into an impossible turn. Hey, maybe racing gloves? I don't know if you can get those where you live, but I'd look into it.
Death grip on my McFlurry :D
On June 26 2010 00:55 ShadeR wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 00:53 kOre wrote:On June 26 2010 00:50 Flaccid wrote:On June 26 2010 00:45 Shalthrea wrote:
Totally agree with you OP, it can be incredibly annoying when people expect that their age alone makes them deserve respect. While I'm not sure I would be able to do the same in your situation, I definitely agree with your sentiment. Welcome to society. And welcome to Canadian society, where it is expected that you will damn-well apologize to someone after they have run into you. That's the only way to keep the wheel of abstract apologies spinning. Aaaannnnd, we're all going to wish we set a better example for the upcoming generations when we're 95 and some racing-glove wearing b-boy is pretending to swear at us because we made him spill his icecream. I told him "it was okay" after he bumped into me because I was just going to buy a new one. The normal person would: 1. Apologize and just go back to what they were doing. 2. Say "Oh ok" or something along those lines and go back to what they were doing. Not "You better apologize to me" when he's the one that hit me. If I was 95 and I bumped into someone I'm pretty sure I would just apologize right away out of common sense. Prolly a bitter Korean war vet =="
90% of people think I look Chinese, 5% think I look Japanese, and the remaining 5% think I'm Korean (but only because they hear me speaking in Korean lol)
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Calgary25977 Posts
I say sorry out of habit when anything happens, even if it's in no way my fault. Then I get angry at myself for saying sorry. But seriously, it's like hardcoded into my being at this point - if I make contact with any person I automatically say sorry.
The latest example: I was walking home and some ~50 year old man yelled from behind me "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING". I immediately said sorry, then realized, how am I supposed to watch behind myself while walking? So then I started laughing. Then he got really angry. That made me laugh even more. So eventually we're walking in the same direction and I can't help to do anything but look at him and keep smiling and laughing while he's getting more and more angry.
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On June 26 2010 00:56 Chill wrote:
I say sorry out of habit when anything happens, even if it's in no way my fault. Then I get angry at myself for saying sorry. But seriously, it's like hardcoded into my being at this point - if I make contact with any person I automatically say sorry.
The latest example: I was walking home and some ~50 year old man yelled from behind me "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING". I immediately said sorry, then realized, how am I supposed to watch behind myself while walking? So then I started laughing. Then he got really angry. That made me laugh even more. So eventually we're walking in the same direction and I can't help to do anything but look at him and keep smiling and laughing while he's getting more and more angry.
Chill is taunting old people ... lol
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damn old people, always talking trash, hassling me, and starting fights at mcDonalds. In my day, old people had a lot more manners.
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On June 26 2010 00:55 kOre wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 00:48 BroOd wrote:
TBH this could've been avoided if you'd been using some sort of advanced gripping surface on your hands. The bump may have rattled you, but you'd have held on to that McFlurry like Dominic Toretto gripping the wheel as he pushes his car into an impossible turn. Hey, maybe racing gloves? I don't know if you can get those where you live, but I'd look into it. Death grip on my McFlurry :D Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 00:55 ShadeR wrote:On June 26 2010 00:53 kOre wrote:On June 26 2010 00:50 Flaccid wrote:On June 26 2010 00:45 Shalthrea wrote:
Totally agree with you OP, it can be incredibly annoying when people expect that their age alone makes them deserve respect. While I'm not sure I would be able to do the same in your situation, I definitely agree with your sentiment. Welcome to society. And welcome to Canadian society, where it is expected that you will damn-well apologize to someone after they have run into you. That's the only way to keep the wheel of abstract apologies spinning. Aaaannnnd, we're all going to wish we set a better example for the upcoming generations when we're 95 and some racing-glove wearing b-boy is pretending to swear at us because we made him spill his icecream. I told him "it was okay" after he bumped into me because I was just going to buy a new one. The normal person would: 1. Apologize and just go back to what they were doing. 2. Say "Oh ok" or something along those lines and go back to what they were doing. Not "You better apologize to me" when he's the one that hit me. If I was 95 and I bumped into someone I'm pretty sure I would just apologize right away out of common sense. Prolly a bitter Korean war vet ==" 90% of people think I look Chinese, 5% think I look Japanese, and the remaining 5% think I'm Korean (but only because they hear me speaking in Korean lol)
Seen Gran Torino?
If your yellow it aint mellow =P
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IRL you said sorry politely and walked away.
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Okay let me rephrase, you shouldnt have apologized but you shouldnt have went off on the poor old shit anyway, even if he was rude
should have just said what he wanted then went to do whatever, not yelled at the poor guy.
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I used to serve food at an old folks home. I hate old people. The worst thing is that I can't cuss out any of them or else I'd get fired.
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I can't believe you are korean but have this attitude against old people.
I agree this old guy was not acting rationally and he would definitely piss me off, but I am always willing to give old people a benefit of doubt. Maybe he's sick and cranky by nature etc.
In any case, you and I are going to be old too some day.
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On June 26 2010 01:08 Chairman Ray wrote:
I used to serve food at an old folks home. I hate old people. The worst thing is that I can't cuss out any of them or else I'd get fired.
Why can't you just be silently content knowing that they are going to die first.
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I think old people have anger issues and they want a time machine.
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Wait... what kind of McFlurry? o.O
On June 26 2010 00:56 Chill wrote:
I say sorry out of habit when anything happens, even if it's in no way my fault. Then I get angry at myself for saying sorry. But seriously, it's like hardcoded into my being at this point - if I make contact with any person I automatically say sorry.
The latest example: I was walking home and some ~50 year old man yelled from behind me "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING". I immediately said sorry, then realized, how am I supposed to watch behind myself while walking? So then I started laughing. Then he got really angry. That made me laugh even more. So eventually we're walking in the same direction and I can't help to do anything but look at him and keep smiling and laughing while he's getting more and more angry.
haha it sounds like you just described a day in the life of myself n_n
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On June 26 2010 00:56 Chill wrote:
I say sorry out of habit when anything happens, even if it's in no way my fault. Then I get angry at myself for saying sorry. But seriously, it's like hardcoded into my being at this point - if I make contact with any person I automatically say sorry.
The latest example: I was walking home and some ~50 year old man yelled from behind me "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING". I immediately said sorry, then realized, how am I supposed to watch behind myself while walking? So then I started laughing. Then he got really angry. That made me laugh even more. So eventually we're walking in the same direction and I can't help to do anything but look at him and keep smiling and laughing while he's getting more and more angry.
Yeaargh! I do this too it is totally the worst habit ever except for me I say "woah, sorry."
The worst is if some hot girl is walking towards my way and we kind of do the dance of confusion trying to get by eachother. I like, immediately mumble "woah, sorry" and try to get by.
And I've always got the retarded woah attached to it.
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Blizzards are far superior to McFlurries.
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I feel kinda bad for the old guy, I hope he doesn't act like that all the time :|
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On June 26 2010 01:12 Flaccid wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 01:08 Chairman Ray wrote:
I used to serve food at an old folks home. I hate old people. The worst thing is that I can't cuss out any of them or else I'd get fired. Why can't you just be silently content knowing that they are going to die first.
lol^^?
I remember being in a parking lot (in superstore i think it was) anyways, I parked perfectly, etc and when I get out of the store with my pop & chips, etc he started yelling at me about how I ran into his car, I look at the bumper of my car (it wasnt too bad but still) it turns out he ran into me and his smaller car had a dent, missing paint, etc.. I politely ask him how that happen if I was in the store and he just got there.. anyways to make a long story short, I told him that he ran into me, he started getting angry, I told him to fuck off and then I drove away.
I guess he wanted to blame it on me, stupid old man, little does he know that accidents in parking lots are 50/50 regardless of who's fault it is..
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On June 26 2010 01:12 Flaccid wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 01:08 Chairman Ray wrote:
I used to serve food at an old folks home. I hate old people. The worst thing is that I can't cuss out any of them or else I'd get fired. Why can't you just be silently content knowing that they are going to die first.
lol flaccid
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On June 26 2010 01:17 Jerubaal wrote:
Blizzards will kill you slightly faster than McFlurries.
fixed.
@ kore, I still don't believe you said that, you probably said a much lighter version of that. if you cussed him out like that i doubt they would have given you a free one...
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On June 26 2010 01:20 nath wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 01:17 Jerubaal wrote:
Blizzards will kill you slightly faster than McFlurries. fixed. @ kore, I still don't believe you said that, you probably said a much lighter version of that. if you cussed him out like that i doubt they would have given you a free one...
It's McDonald's way of paying for the entertainment / getting the angry old man out of there.
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On June 26 2010 00:56 Chill wrote:
I say sorry out of habit when anything happens, even if it's in no way my fault. Then I get angry at myself for saying sorry. But seriously, it's like hardcoded into my being at this point - if I make contact with any person I automatically say sorry.
The latest example: I was walking home and some ~50 year old man yelled from behind me "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING". I immediately said sorry, then realized, how am I supposed to watch behind myself while walking? So then I started laughing. Then he got really angry. That made me laugh even more. So eventually we're walking in the same direction and I can't help to do anything but look at him and keep smiling and laughing while he's getting more and more angry.
I used to be like this, with the saying sorry immediately. But after working in DC where most don't say a single word on their commute home, and probably because bumping into each other happens all too often on the subway. Not many other people say it either. Usually tourists from the southern US will.
Also, I hate/maybe fear? old people. I dunno active old people don't bother me, but the ones that look like they might drop dead immediately creep me out!
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On June 26 2010 01:29 FraCuS wrote:
RAAGGGEEEEE.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGEEEEEEEEEEEEE I have lots of it. lol
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Dude, you should have just kept calm. See this is a huge difference America (okay you're canadian) and the rest of the world. Everyone else respects their elders. But i guess you were trying to be friendly telling him it was all right, but you shouldn't have just went off on him like that
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Yea fuck old people man, fuck them in the eyes!
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if that guy wants respect, he better be giving it back to me.
another respect situation I enjoy is walking on a sidewalk. If someone's coming I'll move 50% out of the way, and if it's some douchebag who doesn't move the other 50%, I'll gladly give him some shoulder as I pass by. And if it's a group of douchebags, I'll walk right though the middle of them. I hate it when people expect me to get out of the way for them.
anyways, I would have done the same thing to the guy, but with more civil language.
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On June 26 2010 01:27 Zapperkhan wrote:+ Show Spoiler +On June 26 2010 00:56 Chill wrote:
I say sorry out of habit when anything happens, even if it's in no way my fault. Then I get angry at myself for saying sorry. But seriously, it's like hardcoded into my being at this point - if I make contact with any person I automatically say sorry.
The latest example: I was walking home and some ~50 year old man yelled from behind me "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING". I immediately said sorry, then realized, how am I supposed to watch behind myself while walking? So then I started laughing. Then he got really angry. That made me laugh even more. So eventually we're walking in the same direction and I can't help to do anything but look at him and keep smiling and laughing while he's getting more and more angry. I used to be like this, with the saying sorry immediately. But after working in DC where most don't say a single word on their commute home, and probably because bumping into each other happens all too often on the subway. Not many other people say it either. Usually tourists from the southern US will. Also, I hate/maybe fear? old people. I dunno active old people don't bother me, but the ones that look like they might drop dead immediately creep me out!
yeh here in Texas like 99% of people are super polite ESPECIALLY old people. In the city i live in people that just walk past eachother smile and say hello so i have these habits pretty bad >_< luckily its alot more healthier to have polite habits n_n
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On June 26 2010 01:32 Tazza wrote:
Dude, you should have just kept calm. See this is a huge difference America (okay you're canadian) and the rest of the world. Everyone else respects their elders. But i guess you were trying to be friendly telling him it was all right, but you shouldn't have just went off on him like that
Got bullied a lot during elementary and high school, I have a very short fuse now :D I like to blame my current state of mind on those people who bullied me lol
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I'm diggin the rage, but I probably would have just rolled my eyes at him and tried to move on.
If he kept being a dick, I may have eventually said something, but I wouldn't have cursed at him.
Props for not taking any shit though.
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well at least we all know how to make k0re rage now :D
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On June 26 2010 01:39 R0YAL wrote:
well at least we all know how to make k0re rage now :D
Well it's mostly just stupid people that do stupid things that make me rage, things that don't make any sense "logically".
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On June 26 2010 01:32 Tazza wrote:
Dude, you should have just kept calm. See this is a huge difference America (okay you're canadian) and the rest of the world. Everyone else respects their elders. But i guess you were trying to be friendly telling him it was all right, but you shouldn't have just went off on him like that
You should respect EVERYONE, regardless of age. It appears as if the old guy didn't respect kOre, not the other way around.
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On June 26 2010 01:39 DarkPlasmaBall wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 01:32 Tazza wrote:
Dude, you should have just kept calm. See this is a huge difference America (okay you're canadian) and the rest of the world. Everyone else respects their elders. But i guess you were trying to be friendly telling him it was all right, but you shouldn't have just went off on him like that You should respect EVERYONE, regardless of age. It appears as if the old guy didn't respect kOre, not the other way around.
yeh its prolly safe to say that the old guy is racist b/c according to k0re's story there should be zero reason for that old guy to be mad >_<
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Respect is like sex, for it to be fair it has to go both ways.
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One time I was on the bus with headphones on and my eyes closed, and then all the sudden someone whacks me with the back of their knuckles on the head and when I turn around this old man is like "what is your problem, give the lady your seat". I look back and there is this old lady sitting a couple seats down. I'm like, "sorry I had headphones on and my eyes closed otherwise I definitely would have given up my seat so she wouldn't have to walk as far." The guy then proceeded to rant about how I am a little prick and have no fucking respect. At that point I just shook my head and put my headphones back on.
I'm honestly glad you gave the guy an earful because there are some senior citizens that are just fucking pricks.
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how did a 95 yr old bump into you with enough impact to drop a mcflurry? He had it out for you, thats how. His thoughts were "that young punk looks pro, standing there with his little friends, his little McIce Cream, Im gonna engage that punk in direct confrontation and destroy his public image with my overbearing seniority, WWMD? WHAT WOULD MATLOCK DO???!" then BAM
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Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
I’m sorry I made you upset today, it was not my intention or desire to encumber a stranger with anger or grief. If I can give you any advice that might make you feel better, it’s that as the minutes roll past you unceasingly, with each one the minutia of life means less and less. If you pull back and view your moments not like small specks of paint, but as a painting, you’ll see it’s not each moment that matters but rather the whole of it, the scope of what makes you a man. Sometimes we all need a little perspective, something to show us that maybe the ice cream isn’t that important, and maybe this useless old man isn’t mean or selfish, he’s just having a hard time at it all and sometimes it’s just all too much.
I wish you all the best, and God bless.
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My guess is that the old guy thought that the McDonalds was his lawn and you were on it.
Old people are very, very hard to tell if they will be dicks or if they will act like any normal person would. I had one old guy park his car next to mine where I had 1 foot of space to slide into the car, I asked him if he could move it and park a bit more straight. He looked at me funny and then said shit that is a crooked park job and then proceeded to correct his park job. I noticed the Veterans plates on his car and was glad I wasn't as rude as I could have been.
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On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:
Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
I’m sorry I made you upset today, it was not my intention or desire to encumber a stranger with anger or grief. If I can give you any advice that might make you feel better, it’s that as the minutes roll past you unceasingly, with each one the minutia of life means less and less. If you pull back and view your moments not like small specks of paint, but as a painting, you’ll see it’s not each moment that matters but rather the whole of it, the scope of what makes you a man. Sometimes we all need a little perspective, something to show us that maybe the ice cream isn’t that important, and maybe this useless old man isn’t mean or selfish, he’s just having a hard time at it all and sometimes it’s just all too much.
I wish you all the best, and God bless.
LOL Genius.
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+ Show Spoiler +On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:
Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
I’m sorry I made you upset today, it was not my intention or desire to encumber a stranger with anger or grief. If I can give you any advice that might make you feel better, it’s that as the minutes roll past you unceasingly, with each one the minutia of life means less and less. If you pull back and view your moments not like small specks of paint, but as a painting, you’ll see it’s not each moment that matters but rather the whole of it, the scope of what makes you a man. Sometimes we all need a little perspective, something to show us that maybe the ice cream isn’t that important, and maybe this useless old man isn’t mean or selfish, he’s just having a hard time at it all and sometimes it’s just all too much.
I wish you all the best, and God bless.
haha epic +1
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On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:
Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
I’m sorry I made you upset today, it was not my intention or desire to encumber a stranger with anger or grief. If I can give you any advice that might make you feel better, it’s that as the minutes roll past you unceasingly, with each one the minutia of life means less and less. If you pull back and view your moments not like small specks of paint, but as a painting, you’ll see it’s not each moment that matters but rather the whole of it, the scope of what makes you a man. Sometimes we all need a little perspective, something to show us that maybe the ice cream isn’t that important, and maybe this useless old man isn’t mean or selfish, he’s just having a hard time at it all and sometimes it’s just all too much.
I wish you all the best, and God bless.
You make a decent point, but just because someones life is hard doesn't mean they can get away with being an asshole and have everyone still treat them nicely.
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On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:
Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
I’m sorry I made you upset today, it was not my intention or desire to encumber a stranger with anger or grief. If I can give you any advice that might make you feel better, it’s that as the minutes roll past you unceasingly, with each one the minutia of life means less and less. If you pull back and view your moments not like small specks of paint, but as a painting, you’ll see it’s not each moment that matters but rather the whole of it, the scope of what makes you a man. Sometimes we all need a little perspective, something to show us that maybe the ice cream isn’t that important, and maybe this useless old man isn’t mean or selfish, he’s just having a hard time at it all and sometimes it’s just all too much.
I wish you all the best, and God bless.
Look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
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On June 26 2010 01:47 Wr3k wrote:
One time I was on the bus with headphones on and my eyes closed, and then all the sudden someone whacks me with the back of their knuckles on the head and when I turn around this old man is like "what is your problem, give the lady your seat". I look back and there is this old lady sitting a couple seats down. I'm like, "sorry I had headphones on and my eyes closed otherwise I definitely would have given up my seat so she wouldn't have to walk as far." The guy then proceeded to rant about how I am a little prick and have no fucking respect. At that point I just shook my head and put my headphones back on.
I'm honestly glad you gave the guy an earful because there are some senior citizens that are just fucking pricks.
Wow man, you must be one of the most patient person i've ever known. getting punched at the head by a fucking prick. I'd almost auto punch back if I was you. Like it wouldn't matter if his big, small, girl, old, boy, alien, predator. etc
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this is like a session with a psychologist now, kOre, how are you going to respond to this old man's apology?
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omg this is the best blog ever hahhahaahha
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hahaha, checked the old man profile he joined today but he has 52 post per week? lolz
must be a mod or someone very very funny that the mods were willing to let him make another account.
This guy would make gone in the wind proud!
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On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:
Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
I’m sorry I made you upset today, it was not my intention or desire to encumber a stranger with anger or grief. If I can give you any advice that might make you feel better, it’s that as the minutes roll past you unceasingly, with each one the minutia of life means less and less. If you pull back and view your moments not like small specks of paint, but as a painting, you’ll see it’s not each moment that matters but rather the whole of it, the scope of what makes you a man. Sometimes we all need a little perspective, something to show us that maybe the ice cream isn’t that important, and maybe this useless old man isn’t mean or selfish, he’s just having a hard time at it all and sometimes it’s just all too much.
I wish you all the best, and God bless.
Gold
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Well old people nowadays aren't the old people who were born before the world war.
I mean those old people deserve respect but these new old people are from a different generation so they won't be as mannered.
Hope you get what I'm saying 
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On June 26 2010 01:57 Licmyobelisk wrote:
hahaha, checked the old man profile he joined today but he has 52 post per week? lolz
must be a mod or someone very very funny that the mods were willing to let him make another account.
This guy would make gone in the wind proud!
My guess is Chill
+ Show Spoiler +cuz hes the only one with enough humor and smarts to conjure up something so spectacular on the spot <3
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On June 26 2010 01:57 Licmyobelisk wrote:
hahaha, checked the old man profile he joined today but he has 52 post per week? lolz
must be a mod or someone very very funny that the mods were willing to let him make another account.
This guy would make gone in the wind proud!
That's how averages work. If they've been here for 1 day and have 1 post then they average 7 posts per week. If they've been here for 1 hour and have 1 post then they average many more posts per week.
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On June 26 2010 00:39 kOre wrote:
Some old man bumped in to me (I was standing still talking to my friends) at McDonalds which made me drop my McFlurry which splooshed all over the floor ...
I said: "Oh that's okay." - After I turned towards him
He replied: "You better apologize properly" - In an extremely rude tone which confused me
I replied: "Uhhh I was standing still though ..." - I start to walk away after I say this
He said: "Where do you think you're walking off to without apologizing?! Kids these days have no damn manners."
My mind just went psychotic
I said: "Listen you old fuck, I was standing here talking with my friends and you fucking ran into me, if anything you should compensate me and buy me my fucking ice cream, not give me this shit tone because you think you're some old fuck that is better than me" - I pretty much yelled this straight in his face which I assume he didn't expect because his facial expression changed as I started going nuts on him
Then he just mumbled something which I couldn't catch and he left the McDonalds without buying anything. Then the employees gave me a free McFlurry, which was really nice of them because I was going to just buy another one anyway lol
EDIT: Overall, old people like this are annoying, one even threw a bottle water at my car (while we were both driving) because I wouldn't let him cut me off ... but I guess that's more funny than annoying :D
maybe ur just too HOT and people envy you so they start fucking around with you.
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Great blog, though perhaps you could of not expressed anger a little more politely, Props for having the guts to call an elder out, most wouldn't.
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On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:
Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
This is honestly the mindset that some people have. But all I have to say is:
Deal with it.
Everyone has tough times. Everyone dies. If you get to the point in your life where you're just waiting to die, you're doing it wrong. If you have no passion for anything and no respect for yourselves and others, you are already dead. Find something to love, to desire, to work towards. That is what happiness is.
This message is age-independent.
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On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:+ Show Spoiler [Old Man Story] +Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
I’m sorry I made you upset today, it was not my intention or desire to encumber a stranger with anger or grief. If I can give you any advice that might make you feel better, it’s that as the minutes roll past you unceasingly, with each one the minutia of life means less and less. If you pull back and view your moments not like small specks of paint, but as a painting, you’ll see it’s not each moment that matters but rather the whole of it, the scope of what makes you a man. Sometimes we all need a little perspective, something to show us that maybe the ice cream isn’t that important, and maybe this useless old man isn’t mean or selfish, he’s just having a hard time at it all and sometimes it’s just all too much.
I wish you all the best, and God bless.
Happy Birthday!!
-Even though it's your birthday it doesn't give you the right to treat people like dirt. Cya on the other side !! ^_^
Edit: putted the old man story in spoilers because it was long and well written for someone who can barely read / use fancy gadgets of today
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wait till you people get old old =/
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On June 26 2010 02:22 GuerrillaRepublik wrote:
wait till you people get old old =/
im waiting as fast as i can 
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konadora
Singapore66155 Posts
if you really said it
well done.
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On June 26 2010 02:13 DefMatrixUltra wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:
Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
This is honestly the mindset that some people have. But all I have to say is: Deal with it. Everyone has tough times. Everyone dies. If you get to the point in your life where you're just waiting to die, you're doing it wrong. If you have no passion for anything and no respect for yourselves and others, you are already dead. Find something to love, to desire, to work towards. That is what happiness is. This message is age-independent.
Haha, heavy handed and self-righteous, cooked just the way I like it. Can we get a few more life lessons while you're doling them out, mr. armchair philosopher?
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Damn, you guys are harsh on old people. I know they can be a pain, but I just automatically give old people a lot more leeway than with other people. I guess respecting elders is a dieing virtue...
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Totally support OP on this one. At first he simply tried to defuse the situation, didn't blame the old man, and said everything was fine. At that point the old man passed the line and I would probably do the same. I'm all for respecting your elders, however, I don't agree with respecting the assholes. He pretty much had the attitude of a bully.
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I don't respect "my elders" any more than other people... I don't know why I should.
If anyone bumps to me I won't care, but if they're a douche about it, their age doesn't matter, i'll react the same way.
If I'm carrying something valuable and I drop it I may have to work hard to suppress rage though...
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That old man speech is genius. It reminds me of Brooks from the Shawshank Redemption
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On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:
Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
I’m sorry I made you upset today, it was not my intention or desire to encumber a stranger with anger or grief. If I can give you any advice that might make you feel better, it’s that as the minutes roll past you unceasingly, with each one the minutia of life means less and less. If you pull back and view your moments not like small specks of paint, but as a painting, you’ll see it’s not each moment that matters but rather the whole of it, the scope of what makes you a man. Sometimes we all need a little perspective, something to show us that maybe the ice cream isn’t that important, and maybe this useless old man isn’t mean or selfish, he’s just having a hard time at it all and sometimes it’s just all too much.
I wish you all the best, and God bless.
Happy birthday Hot_bid.
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On June 26 2010 02:27 BroOd wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 02:13 DefMatrixUltra wrote:On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:
Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
This is honestly the mindset that some people have. But all I have to say is: Deal with it. Everyone has tough times. Everyone dies. If you get to the point in your life where you're just waiting to die, you're doing it wrong. If you have no passion for anything and no respect for yourselves and others, you are already dead. Find something to love, to desire, to work towards. That is what happiness is. This message is age-independent. Haha, heavy handed and self-righteous, cooked just the way I like it. Can we get a few more life lessons while you're doling them out, mr. armchair philosopher?
People of all ages and stations are prone to feel like they are trapped in the irresistible grip of fate. This feeling of inevitability, of purposelessness, is a death on its own. It's the same thing you can find in doses in those suffering "common" depression.
Whether you've just lost your most loved or you're battling against a cancer "guaranteed" to kill you or you're wondering when old age is finally going to "catch you", you just have to find something to cherish, something to care about, or it might as well all be over anyway.
The reality is that you can die at any instant in your life from an inconceivable number of phenomenon. Rather than focus on what is "inevitable", focus on the things that make life worth living.
How was that?
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On June 26 2010 02:28 Evilmonkey. wrote:
Damn, you guys are harsh on old people. I know they can be a pain, but I just automatically give old people a lot more leeway than with other people.
Why?
I try to be non-judgemental of all people, but I am not going to take bullshit from anyone.
And if anything, I think it makes more sense to give young people more leeway than old people.
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I imagine you might have overdone it, but I applaud how you told the man what was on your mind and set the situation right for him.
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On June 26 2010 02:52 ilj.psa wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:
Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
I’m sorry I made you upset today, it was not my intention or desire to encumber a stranger with anger or grief. If I can give you any advice that might make you feel better, it’s that as the minutes roll past you unceasingly, with each one the minutia of life means less and less. If you pull back and view your moments not like small specks of paint, but as a painting, you’ll see it’s not each moment that matters but rather the whole of it, the scope of what makes you a man. Sometimes we all need a little perspective, something to show us that maybe the ice cream isn’t that important, and maybe this useless old man isn’t mean or selfish, he’s just having a hard time at it all and sometimes it’s just all too much.
I wish you all the best, and God bless. Happy birthday Hot_bid.
If I wrote that, I would've turned it into a story about an old man whose only dream was to tie balloons to his house and lift it off to have an adventure.
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I like how almost everyone in this thread acts as if they will never be old, they're another species of people or something...you are not immortal, and every "old person" was once your age.
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On June 26 2010 01:35 R0YAL wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 01:27 Zapperkhan wrote:+ Show Spoiler +On June 26 2010 00:56 Chill wrote:
I say sorry out of habit when anything happens, even if it's in no way my fault. Then I get angry at myself for saying sorry. But seriously, it's like hardcoded into my being at this point - if I make contact with any person I automatically say sorry.
The latest example: I was walking home and some ~50 year old man yelled from behind me "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING". I immediately said sorry, then realized, how am I supposed to watch behind myself while walking? So then I started laughing. Then he got really angry. That made me laugh even more. So eventually we're walking in the same direction and I can't help to do anything but look at him and keep smiling and laughing while he's getting more and more angry. I used to be like this, with the saying sorry immediately. But after working in DC where most don't say a single word on their commute home, and probably because bumping into each other happens all too often on the subway. Not many other people say it either. Usually tourists from the southern US will. Also, I hate/maybe fear? old people. I dunno active old people don't bother me, but the ones that look like they might drop dead immediately creep me out! yeh here in Texas like 99% of people are super polite ESPECIALLY old people. In the city i live in people that just walk past eachother smile and say hello so i have these habits pretty bad >_< luckily its alot more healthier to have polite habits n_n
aren't people in Texas racist lol
do you get that because you're white?
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On June 26 2010 03:02 DefMatrixUltra wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 02:27 BroOd wrote:On June 26 2010 02:13 DefMatrixUltra wrote:On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:
Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
This is honestly the mindset that some people have. But all I have to say is: Deal with it. Everyone has tough times. Everyone dies. If you get to the point in your life where you're just waiting to die, you're doing it wrong. If you have no passion for anything and no respect for yourselves and others, you are already dead. Find something to love, to desire, to work towards. That is what happiness is. This message is age-independent. Haha, heavy handed and self-righteous, cooked just the way I like it. Can we get a few more life lessons while you're doling them out, mr. armchair philosopher? People of all ages and stations are prone to feel like they are trapped in the irresistible grip of fate. This feeling of inevitability, of purposelessness, is a death on its own. It's the same thing you can find in doses in those suffering "common" depression. Whether you've just lost your most loved or you're battling against a cancer "guaranteed" to kill you or you're wondering when old age is finally going to "catch you", you just have to find something to cherish, something to care about, or it might as well all be over anyway. The reality is that you can die at any instant in your life from an inconceivable number of phenomenon. Rather than focus on what is "inevitable", focus on the things that make life worth living. How was that?
Not bad, but you might have to pare it down a bit to fit on a hallmark card.
Look, I get what you're saying, but don't you see how the sentiments you're expressing here are both presumptuous and, frankly, a little obnoxious? They're vague and seem almost unassailable in how they present simple truths, but the reality is that life isn't as black and white as that.
I just thought the fact that you'd respond to a person like that (even if it is a fictional one) with a phrase like "Deal with it" and then make some proclamation about universal happiness a bit pompous and distasteful.
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On June 26 2010 03:11 Nal_rAwr wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 01:35 R0YAL wrote:On June 26 2010 01:27 Zapperkhan wrote:+ Show Spoiler +On June 26 2010 00:56 Chill wrote:
I say sorry out of habit when anything happens, even if it's in no way my fault. Then I get angry at myself for saying sorry. But seriously, it's like hardcoded into my being at this point - if I make contact with any person I automatically say sorry.
The latest example: I was walking home and some ~50 year old man yelled from behind me "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING". I immediately said sorry, then realized, how am I supposed to watch behind myself while walking? So then I started laughing. Then he got really angry. That made me laugh even more. So eventually we're walking in the same direction and I can't help to do anything but look at him and keep smiling and laughing while he's getting more and more angry. I used to be like this, with the saying sorry immediately. But after working in DC where most don't say a single word on their commute home, and probably because bumping into each other happens all too often on the subway. Not many other people say it either. Usually tourists from the southern US will. Also, I hate/maybe fear? old people. I dunno active old people don't bother me, but the ones that look like they might drop dead immediately creep me out! yeh here in Texas like 99% of people are super polite ESPECIALLY old people. In the city i live in people that just walk past eachother smile and say hello so i have these habits pretty bad >_< luckily its alot more healthier to have polite habits n_n aren't people in Texas racist lol do you get that because you're white?
Only in some parts of Texas -_-..I'm a Mexican kid but it's all the same, old people are always so nice around here <3.
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On June 26 2010 03:11 Nal_rAwr wrote:+ Show Spoiler +On June 26 2010 01:35 R0YAL wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 01:27 Zapperkhan wrote:+ Show Spoiler +On June 26 2010 00:56 Chill wrote:
I say sorry out of habit when anything happens, even if it's in no way my fault. Then I get angry at myself for saying sorry. But seriously, it's like hardcoded into my being at this point - if I make contact with any person I automatically say sorry.
The latest example: I was walking home and some ~50 year old man yelled from behind me "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING". I immediately said sorry, then realized, how am I supposed to watch behind myself while walking? So then I started laughing. Then he got really angry. That made me laugh even more. So eventually we're walking in the same direction and I can't help to do anything but look at him and keep smiling and laughing while he's getting more and more angry. I used to be like this, with the saying sorry immediately. But after working in DC where most don't say a single word on their commute home, and probably because bumping into each other happens all too often on the subway. Not many other people say it either. Usually tourists from the southern US will. Also, I hate/maybe fear? old people. I dunno active old people don't bother me, but the ones that look like they might drop dead immediately creep me out! yeh here in Texas like 99% of people are super polite ESPECIALLY old people. In the city i live in people that just walk past eachother smile and say hello so i have these habits pretty bad >_< luckily its alot more healthier to have polite habits n_n aren't people in Texas racist lol do you get that because you're white?
well theres racist people everywhere, a little stereotypical to say Texas people to be racist tho. Also i may have exaggerated a bit with 99%, math is my achilles heel ;p
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On June 26 2010 03:11 Qwerty. wrote:
I like how almost everyone in this thread acts as if they will never be old, they're another species of people or something...you are not immortal, and every "old person" was once your age.
1.) I don't know what you are talking about
2.) what is your point
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pressed quote instead of edit -.-
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On June 26 2010 03:16 Megalisk wrote:
Only in some parts of Texas -_-..I'm a Mexican kid but it's all the same, old people are always so nice around here <3.
ur moving to CS soon right? Better practice saying "Howdy!" 
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the old people in britain stay over two miles outside Mcdonalds and only come out at about 4pm or 10 pm
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On June 26 2010 00:39 kOre wrote:
I said: "Listen you old fuck, I was standing here talking with my friends and you fucking ran into me, if anything you should compensate me and buy me my fucking ice cream, not give me this shit tone because you think you're some old fuck that is better than me"
Maybe it's my own personal convictions here, but I'm of the belief that no matter how much someone hates me, I'm not allowed to hate them back. And I mean hatred in a very general sense -- I think most kinds of anger is a form of hatred, to one degree or another.
Even though this is a minor incident, I have to say from personal experience that anger can slowly become a habit, and the only way to break out of it is to simply forgive the other person. It hurts, but that's the cost (and worth) of forgiveness, ne?
+ Show Spoiler +On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:
Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
This is puuuuure genius :D I literally said "OH MY GOD" outloud in my office, haha.
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On June 26 2010 03:14 BroOd wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 03:02 DefMatrixUltra wrote:On June 26 2010 02:27 BroOd wrote:On June 26 2010 02:13 DefMatrixUltra wrote:On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:
Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
This is honestly the mindset that some people have. But all I have to say is: Deal with it. Everyone has tough times. Everyone dies. If you get to the point in your life where you're just waiting to die, you're doing it wrong. If you have no passion for anything and no respect for yourselves and others, you are already dead. Find something to love, to desire, to work towards. That is what happiness is. This message is age-independent. Haha, heavy handed and self-righteous, cooked just the way I like it. Can we get a few more life lessons while you're doling them out, mr. armchair philosopher? People of all ages and stations are prone to feel like they are trapped in the irresistible grip of fate. This feeling of inevitability, of purposelessness, is a death on its own. It's the same thing you can find in doses in those suffering "common" depression. Whether you've just lost your most loved or you're battling against a cancer "guaranteed" to kill you or you're wondering when old age is finally going to "catch you", you just have to find something to cherish, something to care about, or it might as well all be over anyway. The reality is that you can die at any instant in your life from an inconceivable number of phenomenon. Rather than focus on what is "inevitable", focus on the things that make life worth living. How was that? Not bad, but you might have to pare it down a bit to fit on a hallmark card. Look, I get what you're saying, but don't you see how the sentiments you're expressing here are both presumptuous and, frankly, a little obnoxious? They're vague and seem almost unassailable in how they present simple truths, but the reality is that life isn't as black and white as that. I just thought the fact that you'd respond to a person like that (even if it is a fictional one) with a phrase like "Deal with it" and then make some proclamation about universal happiness a bit pompous and distasteful.
Yeah, I realize now that "deal with it" has different connotations when it is by itself. What I meant was more like "Do something about it." "Deal with it" in a fuller sentence is usually more like "If you meet trouble at this juncture, you're going to have to be prepared to deal with it."
Anything you can say to respond to someone's life story is going to be presumptuous. I could respond with a life story of my own and some of the wiser people I've met, but what's the point of that? What I'm saying has nothing to do with "philosophy", it's more psychology than anything else.
The problem of "what is the point of living?" comes up when people experience tragedy in one form or another. The best way to deal with it is to find something you love and explore that. It's not as easy to do it as to say it, but there's really not any other option. The worst thing someone can do in this situation is to give in to feelings of hopelessness and misery.
I think it is very distasteful to tell someone in pain to "stop hurting and find something to distract yourself" (a more cynical way to look at it). But I'm glad that there are people out there that do it.
Dunno why I'm hung up on this issue, I guess I just feel strongly about it.
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+ Show Spoiler +On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:
Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
I’m sorry I made you upset today, it was not my intention or desire to encumber a stranger with anger or grief. If I can give you any advice that might make you feel better, it’s that as the minutes roll past you unceasingly, with each one the minutia of life means less and less. If you pull back and view your moments not like small specks of paint, but as a painting, you’ll see it’s not each moment that matters but rather the whole of it, the scope of what makes you a man. Sometimes we all need a little perspective, something to show us that maybe the ice cream isn’t that important, and maybe this useless old man isn’t mean or selfish, he’s just having a hard time at it all and sometimes it’s just all too much.
I wish you all the best, and God bless.
LOOK HERE OLD MAN....
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On June 26 2010 00:39 kOre wrote:
EDIT: Overall, old people like this are annoying, one even threw a bottle water at my car (while we were both driving) because I wouldn't let him cut me off ... but I guess that's more funny than annoying :D
Did it happens last summer around Montreal?
Did the guy who threw the bottle was in a Dodge Grand Caravan OR Red Weird Pick up?
Did he have long hair?
My boss told me a story how he threw his water bottle at some kid's car because he kept tail gating then skipping and slowing down in front of him.
Would be hilarious if that was actually you.
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On June 26 2010 01:52 Chill wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 01:49 Old Man wrote:
Dear Young Man,
I’m very sorry. I’m not myself much these days. Time marches on, and looking at the face of what I’ve lived, sometimes it’s hard not to be beaten down by the overwhelming cost of my age and experience. Time was I would’ve apologized profusely and bought you a new ice cream on the spot; these days I often find myself lost, alone and confused.
All my friends have passed on, including my best friend and partner for 58 years, Marie. When she passed last spring, I felt what was left of my youthfulness and vigor leave me and dissipate in the air like a cold breath, hanging for a moment and then vanishing. It’s hard to wake up to an empty house, and a television doesn’t make a very passable substitute for your sole mate. Most days I clean the house and tend to my garden, like Marie would’ve liked. I’m too old to work, and spend an awful lot of time just waiting to pass on myself, in the hope that I might be with her again somewhere.
I don’t like to eat out at restaurants, as eating alone is a profoundly lonely experience for me, but every once in a while I will get some fast food when I run out to the hardware store or the like.
The sad truth is that I couldn’t have afforded to replace your ice cream, despite wanting to. I’m on a very fixed budget, and every measly dollar I spend makes me nervous and worried. It’s not a pleasant feeling to have worked your whole life and find yourself one day with nothing to show for it.
I’m sorry I made you upset today, it was not my intention or desire to encumber a stranger with anger or grief. If I can give you any advice that might make you feel better, it’s that as the minutes roll past you unceasingly, with each one the minutia of life means less and less. If you pull back and view your moments not like small specks of paint, but as a painting, you’ll see it’s not each moment that matters but rather the whole of it, the scope of what makes you a man. Sometimes we all need a little perspective, something to show us that maybe the ice cream isn’t that important, and maybe this useless old man isn’t mean or selfish, he’s just having a hard time at it all and sometimes it’s just all too much.
I wish you all the best, and God bless. Look at my life, I'm a lot like you were.
+1 for neil
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On June 26 2010 05:01 Peekay.switch wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 00:39 kOre wrote:
EDIT: Overall, old people like this are annoying, one even threw a bottle water at my car (while we were both driving) because I wouldn't let him cut me off ... but I guess that's more funny than annoying :D Did it happens last summer around Montreal? Did the guy who threw the bottle was in a Dodge Grand Caravan OR Red Weird Pick up? Did he have long hair? My boss told me a story how he threw his water bottle at some kid's car because he kept tail gating then skipping and slowing down in front of him. Would be hilarious if that was actually you.
LOL
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On June 26 2010 00:45 Chill wrote:
You didn't actually say any of that, did you?
that was my first thought
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On June 26 2010 05:01 Peekay.switch wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 00:39 kOre wrote:
EDIT: Overall, old people like this are annoying, one even threw a bottle water at my car (while we were both driving) because I wouldn't let him cut me off ... but I guess that's more funny than annoying :D Did it happens last summer around Montreal? Did the guy who threw the bottle was in a Dodge Grand Caravan OR Red Weird Pick up? Did he have long hair? My boss told me a story how he threw his water bottle at some kid's car because he kept tail gating then skipping and slowing down in front of him. Would be hilarious if that was actually you.
u should prolly ask ur boss if:
1. the kid was wearing racing gloves
2. the kid looked like some1 who probably would own an RX-8 in the future
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kore, all i gotta say is: you did the right thing.
Just because someone's older, doesn't give them any right to be an ass like that, giving attitude, after they've faulted another person. I would have done the exact same thing; probably wouldn't have said as many words as you did, but there would have definitely been excessive amounts of cussing involved.
In general, I respect older people. It's just the way I was raised up (korean family). The one thing that bugs me though is that the older people get, the "better" they seem to think they are. This makes sense though, you learn more from experiencing more in life.
BUT...
when an old geezer runs into you and makes you drop your mcflurry, then proceeds to give attitude and bitch at you..... then nothing i said above matters. RESPECT??? what respect? give him the respect he deserves, bitch him out and take his walking cane, snap it in half, drop it on the ground, say "whoooops, that was an accident. APOLOGIZE BITCH", and leave.
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i understand/agree with u kOre, u got balls to talk shit, better have balls to take it in return; old, young, don't matter. people never realize what type of person they are talking too, nor do they think before they part their lips...sad really.
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Haha nigga moment, funny shit.
kOre, big props to you! I don't think I'd have the balls to start yelling at the cunt out in public :C I hate when old people do like that, happens to me all the fucking time. But I really can't yell anything back cuz my job is on the line.. ugh.
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My grandma hates old people like that too, she's 80 yrs old and she tells me that people like that are the reason of the bad stereotypes towards old people.
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On June 26 2010 01:52 Licmyobelisk wrote:Show nested quote +On June 26 2010 01:47 Wr3k wrote:
One time I was on the bus with headphones on and my eyes closed, and then all the sudden someone whacks me with the back of their knuckles on the head and when I turn around this old man is like "what is your problem, give the lady your seat". I look back and there is this old lady sitting a couple seats down. I'm like, "sorry I had headphones on and my eyes closed otherwise I definitely would have given up my seat so she wouldn't have to walk as far." The guy then proceeded to rant about how I am a little prick and have no fucking respect. At that point I just shook my head and put my headphones back on.
I'm honestly glad you gave the guy an earful because there are some senior citizens that are just fucking pricks. Wow man, you must be one of the most patient person i've ever known. getting punched at the head by a fucking prick. I'd almost auto punch back if I was you. Like it wouldn't matter if his big, small, girl, old, boy, alien, predator. etc
I agree completely. For the most part I am a very mellow person and can take a lot of shit. When someone touches my head though I go ballistic. This kid slapped me in the face one time in a pick up game of soccer after he scored a goal and I punched him in the gut.
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hahahha awesome story lol
once on the MTR (the hk metro) i was just sitting and at the next stop 3 adults came in, with one older looking woman.
just as i was about to get up the daughter of the granny was like HEY YOUNG MAN GET UP LET THE OLD GRANNY SIT!" im like wtf.. i was about to get up but i always get too shocked by shit like this to respond fast enough -__- haha but i was so angry cuz i alawys get up on transport and stuff for people to sit..
fucking idiot bitch esjlfkasdAJSK!@@:@:@:@:
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