Sunday, August 31, 2008

Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town

Every Sunday our apartment complex has a continental breakfast in the clubhouse. They have things like bagels, yogert, fruit and muffins. Jaime and I have been going almost every week since we found out about it.

There is a group of old women who are there also every week. They line up at the door while they wait for the doors to open. They push their way in and scrounge up all the food, all the while yelling at one another about who wants coffee and who wants sugar and who doesnt want milk. Then they sit at the table and "under their breath" yell about every single person who is remotely different that happens to walk through.

Example: There was a family that came in who, as best as I can tell, was from the middle east. The woman was covered and this was not acceptable. Quite enough for the whole club house to hear, the old ladies went on to express their disgust with this family and their decision to dress as they were raised to dress. "They live here now, they shouldnt dress that way."

I could go on and on and on and on and on about how horrible these women are. Some day I might go sit with them. And when I do Ill probably be the only one at the table without coffee burning the flesh off my face.

When I become a bigoted old man who doesnt have any volume control and constantly display my complete lack of social order, please, lock me up in an old persons home and dont come visit me.