An ode to the old

Everyday you see it don't you, the older couples (who seem to have been a miserable duo throughout their lives) walking along, no handholding, no speaking, no contact whatsoever, them they hit the cafe or food hall or wherever they find to eat. The old man goes find a seat and the old girl ends up standing in line looking at the menus (not actually reading them as this is evident when it's her turn) she will turn and look for her husband (who will be reading a paper) and ask what he wants. After a mild discussion (which could have been sorted before then) he decides either he doesn't want to stay there, or he just gets what he is given. Ultimately, the line elongates, the people behind get the right hump and the old girl gets confused but ends up carrying the tray filled with drinks and spilly stuff to the table where the guy looks up at his approaching sustenance, just sits there waiting! WTF????

Then they sit, opposite each other, saying nothing, until the fella asks 'where is the sugar?' To which the old girl will get up and Wimbledon to the counter. It happens all the time, just watch old couples when you go out. It's amazing that this alternative generation, who greet about having respect (or the lack of it towards them by the young) act in this way. I know male chauvinism exists in pockets around the country, but it seems that the percentage in the talcum powder brigade is higher than average.

Rant over, now to my point for today. Over the last few nights I've been drinking, I've been drinking a lot, I've been drinking a lot for no reason, and since this is now becoming abusive to alcohol, I have decided to make a conscious effort to stop. (If you see me rambling online in the evening, I applaud you to berate me and shame me! It's getting silly when the only weight loss system I use is to get smashed, order some shit delivery, make a mess then puke everything back (and of course the obligatory bad head manifesting itself throughout the morning) So here I sit, in a cafe giving myself brain freeze with a smoothy (because that all I can stomach) I hate school holidays!!!!

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