Freaking wrinklies!

I have decided, that most of the old people in Florida have an unjustified sense of self importance. I hope I never become like that. I'm sure I'll be exactly like "Weezer" from Steel Magnolias. An angry, cynical old bitty. Truthfully, the thought of that should horrify most people, however, I find it's something to look forward to. I'm so tired of these old assholes walking around like they're the world's greatest generation...and it's called that because of them personally. Eff that! They walk at a snails pace, and leave their shopping carts dead center of the aisle....at a angle, then walk away. They stop short and block doorways to overlook the receipt at stores...not leaving out the exit...no, they're leaving out the entrance! But I get the dirty looks when I tell them to move the hell out of they way. Being old doesn't give you license to drive 10 miles an hour in a 45 zone. They come into my work, and mumble at me their order...then get pissy when I didn't hear them properly. Not to mention the mess they make on the tables....I've seen toddlers eat cleaner. Sugar packets and napkins EVERYWHERE! This is why I'd rather bake...leave me alone in the kitchen and let me do my thing. However, the career I've chosen for myself requires me to smile, and pretend these assholes are important to me, that I give a damn about their great grandkids...or that I care about the pie crust they used to make that won a pie contest in east Jesus Ohio. Or that I should make donuts.....I will NEVER make a damn donut again....don't even ask. (sigh....vent complete)  In short...I hope when it's my turn to be the world's greatest generation, I am hopefully going to remember all the things that piss me off, and not be that person.