When you reach a certain age – let's say 75 – all rules that apply to general society seem to go out the window.
This morning I had to go for blood work. I arrived before the place opened in hopes of being first so I could head off to work. It's tricky, because lots of old people need blood work, and lots of old people get up while it's still dark out. So it's almost a race to see who could get there first.
Today, I won.
So I'm waiting for the door to be unlocked and an elderly gentleman arrives and stands next to me to wait.
All of a sudden, old man rivers starts farting like it's his JOB, shifting his weight from side to side to make for easier gas escape. He makes a meager attempt to cover his actions up with a cough and a loud sigh, but he'd need more like a fog horn to mask the action going on below his belt.
The best part? He didn't even acknowledge it. No "Excuse me" or anything.
Me? I don't even like to SNEEZE in public.
Do we reach a point in our lives, when we feel that we don't owe anything to anyone, and we just don't care anymore? Because that sounds like a great way to be.
Think of the elderly – they think nothing of speaking their mind, owning the road and expecting everyone to give them respect – because they've earned it.
Perhaps we could all learn a lesson here, and live like the elderly.
That being said, I must go and start preparing dinner. It's almost 4pm.