Beat It, Grandpa!

I just finished reading my friend Britta’s blog. She is in Scotland and I enjoy her posts. (You can follow her here: https://brittasblog422041504.wordpress.com/ )

Today, she wrote about going to get her flu shot. The person administering the shot saw her age – 53 (same as me) – and called her a “young hen!” This made me smile. 53 is young! This is proof, right?! I need to run up to the local Tim Horton’s and let the gal at the drive thru window read her blog!

A couple days ago, I had both of the kids in the car. They were in their car seats and being unusually loud. I was getting a coffee and some Tim Bits for them. The woman handed me my coffee, which I set in the cup holder, and the donuts, which I set on the seat next to me. As she handed me my debit card, the kids got really loud and I kind of gave her a “kids will be kids” look. She handed me my card back and said, “Take us for a ride, GRANDPA!”

It took a second for that to register, and had there not been about 5 cars behind us, I may have said something. Instead, I drove away. Ok, it did bug me a bit. I know I have some grey in my beard, but I’m only 53! I’m still YOUNG – well, at least according to that flu shot gal…

Thanks, for reminding me that we are still young, Britta. Next time I drive through for donuts, I may open them up and throw a few at her … and hopefully not throw out my shoulder!

16 thoughts on “Beat It, Grandpa!

  1. People are weird. Fifties are middle-age and there is nothing wrong with being middle-aged, you can still have “young energy” which is perfectly fine. Unhappy people just thrive on trying to hurt and insult others. Maybe she felt she was “old” so she had to make the dumb comment so she could feel better about herself. Or like one of your other readers said, she thought she was being funny.
    I also think because of the internet and smart phones, people don’t have “people skills” and say dumb things without thinking. It’s called “diarrhea mouth.”

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  2. Thanks for the shoutout, Keith! Age is such a fickle thing! When you’re young, people keep telling you that you’re too young for all the things that look like fun. Then, as you get older, people tell you that now, you’re too old. Where’s the logic in that? That’s why I choose not to be overly concerned with the numbers on my birthday card. We’re here. That’s the most important thing. Might just as well enjoy life.

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  3. You think that’s bad? A couple years ago my husband, who was 43 at the time, took our daughter to a local carnival. He got on a slide with her and the woman said, “Now, come on, honey. Get on your grandpa’s lap.” I mean, he does have some gray, but come on! Grandpa?! I will say, though, that we have always had a high rate of teenage pregnancy in this area so there are a lot of people our age who actually are grandparents already — because their kids were pregnant teenagers too.

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