I have noticed that a lot of old people I interact with IRL or see tend to be dicks, plain and simple. Here are a few examples (most of which relate to my family since they're the ones I interact with the most).
One complained a friend of mine was cutting in line for the bus. She was right. She then proceeded to cut in line in front of him
, as well as myself (I had been the fifth or so to arrive - my friend arrived later - and she knew it). In fact, everyone that day cut in line in front of us.
A group of three people just yesterday cut in line in front of me, even though I had been the first one to arrive at the bus stop, and they all saw me, as I was sitting plainly visible where they had
to pass by in order to sit on the opposite bench. They didn't even wait for the bus driver to turn on the engine; as soon as he sat down and they saw me approaching, they went in after him. One lady that was part of this group was going to buy a ticket. She knew
she was going to buy a ticket. However, she entered the bus from the left side of the doorway (which is for people with bus passes) and completely blocked the way for everyone else. She took one small step toward the way she should have entered through, which only made the problem worse. I was carrying my backpack, so I had to squeeze myself and my backpack (risking injury to my calculator) against the pole, stay on the tip of my toes (not sure what the proper expression here is) and slowly move further into the bus to keep the line moving (as other people - people who had respected the arrival order - were waiting in line behind me).
My grandmother thinks everyone owes her something, even though she was (and still is) a bitch for most of her life. When my mom told her my dad had hit her (this was over 20 years ago, though, making her <60 years old at the time), her response was "Bem feita!
" (literal translation: "Well done!"; loose/more accurate translation: "You deserved it!").
When I asked her to try a coconut water sample at a shopping mall, as she said she liked it, she did so. As soon as she got to the stand, she started giving a speech about coconut water. She tasted it a bit, grimaced, and then gave yet another
speech about how the coconut water she had offered was bad.
In addition, she claimed that, once she retired, she would help take care of one of my cousins (who's mentally handicapped). She only retired because my mom told her to, and once she did, she took care of my cousin about as much as YHWH took care of Job.
She also claims that she wants to help the elderly and homeless. She complains about not being able to go outside ([sarcasm]apparently the locks on her door are magical and don't respond to keys unless someone is there to pick her up; not to mention the fact that bus passes don't work anymore[/sarcasm]). She also complains about being lonely. My mom told her about the soup kitchens we have where she can both meet and help the elderly, and help the homeless at the same time. She started complaining about her tendinitis. When my mom told her to go see a doctor and take anti-inflammatory medication, she changed the subject.
She says she's a great believer in "God", yet lies through her teeth and gets pissed when other people tell the truth. For instance, I went to her house because a repairman (a free
repairman, if I might add) saw a few loose wires either underneath or on top of her oven (which she never uses, mind you) and "yanked them out" (he didn't; he'd have to, quite literally, yank them all the way out of the wall). She said the repairman was coming over again and wanted me to be there because he was "rude" and "scary". I got there, he had already left. She explained that he had put the wires back on top of the oven. I spent some time with her, and he came back shortly afterward. He couldn't have been more polite without sounding creepy. He said he had been thinking about her problem, and figured out what he had done wrong: the wires were supposed to go under
the oven and not over
it, as they would overheat, melt, and short-circuit if they were over it. As he fixed it, my grandmother blabbered on about how she had "yanked [me] out of class" (she hadn't, and she knew she hadn't) and that I was "an engineer" (I am
studying Engineering Physics, but I haven't even finished the first year) and got upset when I explained what my course really was and which year I was in. She also added how she was "afraid" to use the oven (which she has used a grand total of one
time since moving, I shit you not; the only reason she hasn't used it more often is because, that one time, she burned the food and blamed it on the oven). The man apologized, shook hands with her and myself, and left. Once he was gone, she said she was "worried" I would "desmentir
" (literal translation: unlie; loose translation: tell the truth on/about) her in front of him.
My great-aunt (my grandmother's only living sister) is no better. She offered my mom and me a crappy refrigerator as if it was some kind of gold mine, then got my cousin (her son) to offer it to us himself and insist on it. My mom explained to him, as she had explained to her, that our fridge was better and we didn't want or need it. He gave up afterward.
She also has a bad habit of flaunting her money on our faces, while complaining about having to pay for things like her sister's (my other great aunt's) funeral or her medical bills after she herself said her sister needed to be in a home, as she (her sister) had broken her arm and couldn't do things for herself.
My mom has had an elderly woman yell at her for trying to help her with groceries or something. She offered, and the woman yelled at her, saying "I don't need your help!", to which my mom replied that she had been raised to help others.
I went to an ophthalmologist appointment yesterday. As I was leaving, I held the door open for an elderly lady who was approaching. She didn't even look at me or say thank you. By comparison, a much younger woman approached about a second later, and I held the door open for her as well. She looked at me, smiled, and thanked me.
So, is this just my country, do I just have bad luck with old people, or is it selective memory kicking in?