Is it the goal of every old man to see how many people they can be rude to and belittle?
Since the death of my grandfather in 2005 I have not dealt with many old men. He was the nicest man I'd ever met, but even he seemed to get a little snippy his last few years, and cancer took him early at age 65. Before that, when I worked at the pharmacy, my day was ruined several times because some old man was unhappy about something and decided to unleash all his rudeness on me.
Now, I have this Chemistry professor, who I can not seem to get along with. He is a mean, grouchy, bitter old man. Probably the better side of 70 and really should retire and put us all out of our misery. My first taste of dislike for him was his anti-cell phone speech. Basically, he said all of the world's problems are because of cell phones. And that if he sees or hears a cell phone you will be asked to leave and be counted absent no matter the excuse. I totally understand that that is his policy and he has the right to make that, BUT I have three little girls all in the hands of strangers while I am in this 55 minute class, which makes this 55 minute class feel like a life time. I can not nor will not be unavailable. Anyway, after that speech was the first time I realized I wouldn't care much for him. Boy, was I ever RIGHT! He is one of those "teachers" who brags about only handing out 3 A's last semester...how can you call yourself a teacher if your are not teaching your students anything?? If you ask a question it is his goal to embarrass you and make you feel like you just flunked Kindergarten.
Today, Madison and I were selling Girl Scout cookies with her troop. I personally got permission from the Sprint manager, a friend, to sell these cookies outside the Sprint store in Waco. After about 30 minutes of standing in the cold trying to peddle cookies this older man walked up. First, our little Daisy's, who we had been preaching to all morning to greet everyone and try and get cookie sales, approached and he bit their heads off telling them he didn't want no cookies. He asked if we had authorization to be selling these cookies on this sidewalk. We politely said yes, before he bit our heads off about how we did not and he worked for the owner and we had to get clearance from them. Sprint could let us sell in their store but they had no authority over the sidewalk. We were trying to be nice and asked if we needed to leave and he said no, he'd allow us to stay, but next time make sure we get the proper authorization. He stood there for about 15 min just preaching about his authority and how he was so important. Then, with the Daisy's wide eyed and watching at him, he went to walk off and again made the snide comment "ha, those girls thought they were going to get a sale from me" Sorry, but what an ASS.
Is life that horrible for old men that they have to lash out and attach every person they cross paths with or have I just had the misfortune of coming in contact with the worst?
Since the death of my grandfather in 2005 I have not dealt with many old men. He was the nicest man I'd ever met, but even he seemed to get a little snippy his last few years, and cancer took him early at age 65. Before that, when I worked at the pharmacy, my day was ruined several times because some old man was unhappy about something and decided to unleash all his rudeness on me.
Now, I have this Chemistry professor, who I can not seem to get along with. He is a mean, grouchy, bitter old man. Probably the better side of 70 and really should retire and put us all out of our misery. My first taste of dislike for him was his anti-cell phone speech. Basically, he said all of the world's problems are because of cell phones. And that if he sees or hears a cell phone you will be asked to leave and be counted absent no matter the excuse. I totally understand that that is his policy and he has the right to make that, BUT I have three little girls all in the hands of strangers while I am in this 55 minute class, which makes this 55 minute class feel like a life time. I can not nor will not be unavailable. Anyway, after that speech was the first time I realized I wouldn't care much for him. Boy, was I ever RIGHT! He is one of those "teachers" who brags about only handing out 3 A's last semester...how can you call yourself a teacher if your are not teaching your students anything?? If you ask a question it is his goal to embarrass you and make you feel like you just flunked Kindergarten.
Today, Madison and I were selling Girl Scout cookies with her troop. I personally got permission from the Sprint manager, a friend, to sell these cookies outside the Sprint store in Waco. After about 30 minutes of standing in the cold trying to peddle cookies this older man walked up. First, our little Daisy's, who we had been preaching to all morning to greet everyone and try and get cookie sales, approached and he bit their heads off telling them he didn't want no cookies. He asked if we had authorization to be selling these cookies on this sidewalk. We politely said yes, before he bit our heads off about how we did not and he worked for the owner and we had to get clearance from them. Sprint could let us sell in their store but they had no authority over the sidewalk. We were trying to be nice and asked if we needed to leave and he said no, he'd allow us to stay, but next time make sure we get the proper authorization. He stood there for about 15 min just preaching about his authority and how he was so important. Then, with the Daisy's wide eyed and watching at him, he went to walk off and again made the snide comment "ha, those girls thought they were going to get a sale from me" Sorry, but what an ASS.
Is life that horrible for old men that they have to lash out and attach every person they cross paths with or have I just had the misfortune of coming in contact with the worst?
YES! I am so excited you have a blog now! It really is a great way to keep up... or at least see pics of your cute girls! Somehow I haven't seen any Girl Scouts selling cookies yet... and they are Kyle's favorite!
ReplyDeleteBTW... I think you just have bad luck with the old men. And I completely agree that your grandfather was the nicest man.