Heltor Chasca
Out-riding the Black Dog
The whole blue passport, cut and dried, wind beaten elephant dung pile of a debate aside, I really think some old folk deserve a good, old fashioned thick ear. I am sick of them today.
Finished our food shop at my local supermarket to find an elderly man about to reverse into my vehicle from the other side of the car park. I had to yell for him to stop. His wife was out the other side of the vehicle bawling unhelpful instructions to the driver. Totally unhelpful as she couldn’t even see from her POV what he was doing. And the way he was over revving (like elderly drivers do) and making an utter pig’s ear of an easy manoeuvre, neither could he. He was struggling.
I offered to move my legally parked vehicle out for them so he had more options and it would avoid any unnecessary collisions. “YES!” she bawls at me, her tone almost insinuating I was ‘in the way’. No mention of a ‘Yes please.’
Their ungodly driving issues ensue for long enough for me to pack all my stuff away. A long queue is building. She is still bawling at the husband. I go up to this little Hitler and say to her, “What you are meant to say is ‘Thank you! I have just moved my vehicle for you. You expect us young folk to display our manners, and you have none of your own.” Incoherent ranting follows between the two.
I hope the old witch chokes on her Brussels sprouts. Sorry Lincolnshire sprouts. And I really wish the elderly would realise when they aren’t up to an acceptable standard to drive safely on our roads.
Do me a favour: If your Christmas dinners are a bit subdued and no drunken family arguments have broken out, perhaps now is a good time to tell your elderly parents or grandparents that now is the time to give up their licences. Good luck and happy festive bickering.
(Had to get that off my chest. Thank you)
Finished our food shop at my local supermarket to find an elderly man about to reverse into my vehicle from the other side of the car park. I had to yell for him to stop. His wife was out the other side of the vehicle bawling unhelpful instructions to the driver. Totally unhelpful as she couldn’t even see from her POV what he was doing. And the way he was over revving (like elderly drivers do) and making an utter pig’s ear of an easy manoeuvre, neither could he. He was struggling.
I offered to move my legally parked vehicle out for them so he had more options and it would avoid any unnecessary collisions. “YES!” she bawls at me, her tone almost insinuating I was ‘in the way’. No mention of a ‘Yes please.’
Their ungodly driving issues ensue for long enough for me to pack all my stuff away. A long queue is building. She is still bawling at the husband. I go up to this little Hitler and say to her, “What you are meant to say is ‘Thank you! I have just moved my vehicle for you. You expect us young folk to display our manners, and you have none of your own.” Incoherent ranting follows between the two.
I hope the old witch chokes on her Brussels sprouts. Sorry Lincolnshire sprouts. And I really wish the elderly would realise when they aren’t up to an acceptable standard to drive safely on our roads.
Do me a favour: If your Christmas dinners are a bit subdued and no drunken family arguments have broken out, perhaps now is a good time to tell your elderly parents or grandparents that now is the time to give up their licences. Good luck and happy festive bickering.
(Had to get that off my chest. Thank you)
