Not Pleased

I remember in my younger days seeing people opening doors for seniors. Laughing at older people in bars who talked half the time about their health. I remember going to the homes of my older relatives and seeing a line up of pills in the bathroom.

Yeah, right. I swear if one more whippersnapper tries to open a door for me.

One more thing. I was giving a reading of my book to a grade two class, a few weeks ago. After the reading there was a short Q and A session. One kid commented that I looked old. For some reason I asked the kid well how old do you think I am. The kid responded “89”. I hope the kid gets a lump of coal for Christmas.

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