Indiscriminately evil old people

(yes i know he was doing his 'stuff' when he wasn't very old but look at some of those photographs when he aged: scary)

crabby old woman down the street who has been known to slam doors on trick or treaters, even though she leaves her porchlight on:

"didn't you used to have a cat?"

my mom: "we have a 13 yr old siamese. but he's been missing for a few days."

crabella: "oh. well, my dogs ate him last night. you never shoulda let him out. i'd give you the body, but they everything but the skull."

what makes old people like this? is this what happens after 50 years of too little fiber?

To be fair, then, she should hand over her darling puppies over....

Hmm, just when I'd thought there was a limit to cruelty.

Also they have had more time to hone their being mean skillz.

Anyway this old woman was sitting across from me and she was tapping her feet. It was like that ad a bit with the spoons. Then she got off and some really stunning girl came on.

(Sorry Ronan)

Here are some of the things my Nana will do: first of all, on the one hand she is very kind to me. She insists on driving me places even when she must be worn out. She cheered me up when I was depressed and basically took care of me. On the other hand, she can be ridiculously nasty. If I, for example, leave my dishes washed and draining - ie don't immediately put them away - she goes into the kitchen when I'm in my room and says in a loud voice, so that I can hear it, 'disgusting. absolutely disgusting.' but she never says anything directly to me about it, just talks out loud so that I can hear about how disgusting I am - nearly every day. She also swears a lot really loudly when there is no-one else in the room, but everyone can hear her - and then if my Dad swears, she actually says these words: 'Language, Paul. I would never use those words myself.' It's really scary when she says 'fuck' and 'shit.' She also once said to me, 'I had a best friend once, but she betrayed me. So it's not worth it. Take my advice. Don't get close to anyone.'

The other day I had washed the dishes, and my Dad was drying them, and she came into the kitchen and said, 'You need your head read, cleaning up after her.' I was right behind her - it was embarrassing - and then she said, 'I guess she doesn't like me now.' (She often talks about people in the third person, quite cruelly, when they're present.)

But I don't care, I just think she's basically crazy. It IS like old people go crazy. How can they be so mean and just - not realise? My nana thinks that she is so much better than everyone else in the world!

(Not all of them obviously)

I have heard of people's personalities changing for the worse after ministrokes and similar cerebrovascular events. Also, I can imagine someone who feels marginalized by the ways elders are treated in many societies, or who is suffering from the various physical ailments associated with aging, not feeling in a mood to play nice any more.

However, in some of the scenarios you've described, being eaten by dogs would be too good for them...and would be downright cruel to the dogs.

She backed up her moving van, so we could easily unload stuff. Near the end, evil old lady neighbor comes out and yells at me and my other friend to tells us to "move our van NOW, because it's blocking the sidewalk, and blind people could be hurt". Since we were almost done, I told her, "Oh, well yeah, we're going to move that van any minute now, no worries". She pauses and goes. "Not any minute. You're going to move that van NOW! NOOOOOOOWWWWW!"

This neighbor also has, for no rational reason, two metal poles and a chain link fence in front of her driveway on the street.. which looks just very strange. And has her automatic light sensors on all day and night, ready to call the police at the sight of a stranger, apparently.

I wish my friend the best. Dear f'ing lord. (But on the flip, at least none of the immediate neighbors will get away from being robbed)

So, about six months ago, my wife and I go to the co-op board interview for the new building we just moved into (see weepy thread here: MOVING HOUSE: How Can I Feel Better about it?), and during the course of the proceedings, the board president says: "Are you planning on abiding by the law and carpeting at least eighty percent of your floor?" I reply, "Well, we hadn't really thought about it, but sure.....why?" At this, the board collectively chuckle to themselves, the the board president says, "Well, you'll be living directly above ex-board member Harriet Rosenschmoo (or something), an elderly woman who hates noise and loves to complain." Great.

Six months later, after we'd closed on the apartment, signed all the documents and paid for it, we started moving stuff in. Problem was (and still is), we hadn't sold the first place yet. So, we kept living in the old place while we fixed up the new place -- repainting, etc. Once it's been painted, I started making little trips over with handfuls of stuff -- books, CD's, various sundry items. We also had some furniture moved in that we'd been keeping in storage. Not much; a few bookcases and a chair. The entire operation probably took about fifteen minutes. The next day, I walk into the lobby with another load of stuff. The Super pulls me aside. "You're gonna carpet those floors, right?" he says. "Ummmm.....yes," I answer..suspicious. "why?" He replies, "Well, not for nothin', buddy, but you've already gotten a complaint from your downstairs neighbor!"

We hadn't even MOVED IN YET and the old bitch was complaining.

Before the trouble with Harriet had started, my wife suggested that we simply "kill her with kindness," a policy that was swifly truncated to simply "kill her" once is was clear that the woman was interested in playing hardball. Turns out, the previous occupant of our apartment was simply never home, so she was spoiled with silence...so now the slightest footstep on my floor apparently sends her into fits of apoplectic fury,.....to which I say SUCK IT UP & GET USED TO HONORING THE FIRE, GRANNY!

It's going to get uglier. I can feel it.

Then there are the old people who think just being old gives them the right to blatantly try to get in front of you in the checkout queue. When I've already stood there for ten minutes, I pretty much refuse to let this happen. Maybe I'm just a meany.

As for the nice old people deal, you'll never find an old man that won't let you go before him in line (if you are a girl). It seems that old men will always honor the chivalrous customs of a bygone era. They'll ALWAYS hold a door, say excuse me, or even just offer a helping hand. At least that's always the experiences I've had with them. Cheers!

So I know them blues.

Anyway, when I think about it, I'm half way to being old, so I'd better get slightly better at being charitable to fogies and get in some practice at slagging off the scumbag, degenerate youth of today. They're horribly young and they're having sex too much and taking lots of drugs and being noisy. Bastards.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kx3hqZ_1hUQ

https://i.imgur.com/xBcpY7V.jpg

Whats the context? Looks like Northern Ireland in the shots?

fuck that's ill

those original photographs haunted me as a kid

don't think I approve of recreations

It would be nice to have some context, if only to mitigate the apparent evil down to the minimum explanation of utter cluelessness.

this is the worst wdyll thread yet

shows the way we're headed tho

https://pleated-jeans.com/2011/05/19/old-people-recreate-iconic-photos-from-20th-century/

Utter cluelessness seems to about cover it.

I think my favorite fact about Sumner Redstone is that at 93, in control of both Viacom and CBS and fighting with his own daughter, two ex-wives and multiple lawyers, he communicated solely through an iPad programmed to say "Yes," "No," and "Fuck you" https://t.co/K5awbtDkp3

— Mathew Ingram (@mathewi) August 12, 2020

That is several facts

one fact containing several details: yes, no and fuck you!

*very eddie murphy voice*

YES! NO! AND FUCK YOU TOO!

tbh if I make it to old age I'm downloading that app.

wb tbh