I pushed an old lady today. She wasn't frail or anything, she was strong, I had to use some counterweight.
The elevator is big enough for 2 strollers and another lady and I were on. She tried to butt her way in and we both said first politely, then shouting,"Nein! Es geht nicht!"
She refused to get off, so I pushed her out. I suppose if someone somewhere in the universe is keeping score, I lose some points.
I had the EXACT same experience at Frankfurt International a few years ago (okay, I suppose it wasn't exact...I had my dog with me, since I didn't have kids at the time). I had parked my car in the lot, and got on the elevator to the terminal with a couple of other people. It was looking pretty full, and I was pretty sure there wasn't enough room for my dog and I. I decided to wait for the next elevator, but the people inside were smiling and beckoning for me to come in (side note: Germans love dogs). So we get in the elevator, which at this point is pretty full, and someone presses the close door button. An older woman comes running up to the elevator, pushing one of those huge luggage carts, and tries to push her way in. She almost ran over my dog's paw, and I was PISSED. Everyone else in the elevator was yelling at her, she was yelling back, and finally a man stepped forward, shoved her luggage cart so it started rolling back, and she was forced to run after it while someone else hit the close door button.
Unreal. I get that people have planes to catch...but it's not that damn hard to wait for the next elevator.
OMG!!! So what summer did was actually customary?? ::closes office door again:::
DH is going to Germany in July. I can wait to tell him these stories. In my head all I can think of is that lady running after her luggage cart cursing in German.
I get into regular things with older people here, and then there was the old lady that punched me in the dermatologist's waiting room, and the middle aged woman who took my jewelry from my house.
White women are clearly the most dangerous demographic for me. I have had more shoving matches here then I have my whole life, and I've lived on the south side of Chicago, Bed-Stuy, and the Bronx.
I get into regular things with older people here, and then there was the old lady that punched me in the dermatologist's waiting room, and the middle aged woman who took my jewelry from my house.
White women are clearly the most dangerous demographic for me. I have had more shoving matches here then I have my whole life, and I've lived on the south side of Chicago, Bed-Stuy, and the Bronx.
Bed-Stuy!! I lived with my greatgrandma in Bed-Stuy when I was a kid.
I totally get the not proud/not ashamed feeling though. That is exactly how I felt after telling a loud mouthed and super opinionated 70-something American in my French class that he shouldn't get a say in dealing with the national debt because he both helped create the problem and will soon be dead.
I had the EXACT same experience at Frankfurt International a few years ago (okay, I suppose it wasn't exact...I had my dog with me, since I didn't have kids at the time). I had parked my car in the lot, and got on the elevator to the terminal with a couple of other people. It was looking pretty full, and I was pretty sure there wasn't enough room for my dog and I. I decided to wait for the next elevator, but the people inside were smiling and beckoning for me to come in (side note: Germans love dogs). So we get in the elevator, which at this point is pretty full, and someone presses the close door button. An older woman comes running up to the elevator, pushing one of those huge luggage carts, and tries to push her way in. She almost ran over my dog's paw, and I was PISSED. Everyone else in the elevator was yelling at her, she was yelling back, and finally a man stepped forward, shoved her luggage cart so it started rolling back, and she was forced to run after it while someone else hit the close door button.
Unreal. I get that people have planes to catch...but it's not that damn hard to wait for the next elevator.
OMG!!! So what summer did was actually customary?? ::closes office door again:::
I won't lie...it was pretty damn hilarious. She was running after her cart, shouting in German. There was a young-ish couple with a baby in a stroller standing next to me, and they were smirking and talking smack about her. At least, I'm pretty sure they were talking smack about her. My German is terrible.
I totally get the not proud/not ashamed feeling though. That is exactly how I felt after telling a loud mouthed and super opinionated 70-something American in my French class that he shouldn't get a say in dealing with the national debt because he both helped create the problem and will soon be dead.
i so wish you could be here to say this to my father and his wife.
Post by Velar Fricative on Apr 10, 2014 10:37:28 GMT -5
I've pushed more people out of the way than I can count. When you visit NYC, learn to walk fast at least during your visit here.
But I'm an equal opportunity pusher - I push old people, young people, middle-aged people, white people, blahhhh people, Hispanic people, men, women, people with nice outfits, people who wear leggings as pants (I push them extra hard), etc.
Because I totally clocked an 8th grader with my shoulder yesterday.
I was walking on the sidewalk, right by the curb. There was a giant group of 8th graders because it's 8th Grade School Trip Season in DC. They were probably walking four across. I didn't turn my body to avoid hitting her and may have ever so slightly leaned into my left shoulder. Hey, kid's gotta learn at some point!
I do this hateful shit all the time. MOVE, DAMMIT!
I don't even feel bad because I barely DID anything. All I did was not move. Except I was already RIGHT BY THE STREET!
Listen up, hoors, if you are walking four abreast, it's not MY job to turn sideways to avoid you.
Let's not even talk about all the elbows I throw in L'Enfant Plaza in the mornings. NO, YOU MAY NOT STAND RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE TRAIN DOOR, AND NO, YOU MAY NOT BLOCK ACCESS TO THE ESCALATOR, YOU SPAWN OF SATAN!
I don't know what is is about that station, but I don't have this problem anywhere else.
Because I totally clocked an 8th grader with my shoulder yesterday.
I was walking on the sidewalk, right by the curb. There was a giant group of 8th graders because it's 8th Grade School Trip Season in DC. They were probably walking four across. I didn't turn my body to avoid hitting her and may have ever so slightly leaned into my left shoulder. Hey, kid's gotta learn at some point!
I do this hateful shit all the time. MOVE, DAMMIT!
Yup. I actually live for the times the idiots walking three abreast don't get out of my way and I shoulder into one of them. Then I get to stop, throw my hands up and yell "Excuse you!" after them. They know what they did. They usually scurry off in shame, LOL.
Post by eponinepontmercy on Apr 10, 2014 11:04:08 GMT -5
Is this a good place to drop the story about the old lady that followed me home when I was 17? She parked behind me when I stopped in front of my house and ripped into me for honking my horn at her. I hadn't honked my horn at all.
She is ranting on and on about how some other young person beeped at her and she got into a car accident because of them, while I am just telling her I didn't honk. I finally just said, "I feel sorry for you" and went inside. She drove away, while my mom was all "WTF did you do?" and told me to drive to the police station the next time someone followed me.
I totally get the not proud/not ashamed feeling though. That is exactly how I felt after telling a loud mouthed and super opinionated 70-something American in my French class that he shouldn't get a say in dealing with the national debt because he both helped create the problem and will soon be dead.
i so wish you could be here to say this to my father and his wife.
I say this to my FIL all the time. He responds that he is not actually a selfish Baby Boomer, and he thinks that ends the conversation. Actually, it does, because how can you argue with crazy?
Your grandma's streudel tastes like Himmler's asshole?
See! That needs to be said in English. Cursing someone out in German doesn't have the same oomph. They only get points because when you yell in German it always sounds Hitler-ish.
My BIL is German and when he used to yell at my nephews I would drop to the ground and rock. You just immediately expect to see search lights and hear shepherds barking.
See! That needs to be said in English. Cursing someone out in German doesn't have the same oomph. They only get points because when you yell in German it always sounds Hitler-ish.
My BIL is German and when he used to yell at my nephews I would drop to the ground and rock. You just immediately expect to see search lights and hear shepherds barking.
My dad is a big scary 1st gen American son of a German immigrant father. I never knew grandpa, but I've heard stories, ya know?
It's actually worse when they don't yell. When they get quiet. And all you hear is their work shoes on the floor heading towards you.
I've inherited this, btw. My H knows it's on when I go quiet. B is starting to catch on, too.
May I also add that in the past two months origami has gotten into TWO fights with old people. My favorite was when she texted me saying she was racing around the store looking for the women who took her parking space.
thank you! summer gets no judgment from me. If you did it I assume it needed to be done and I fully support that.
May I also add that in the past two months origami has gotten into TWO fights with old people. My favorite was when she texted me saying she was racing around the store looking for the women who took her parking space.
The fuck? Is there a reason origami has not shared this with me?
::serious side eye::
This old lady stole my spot. I gave her the look. She then gets out of her car and starts yelling at me in the parking lot. I yell back. She keeps on. I imply I might accidentally run her over. She storms off into the store. It takes me almost 10 min to find another space so I'm on fire by the time I get in the store. I try to find her but she had flown away on her broom by that point.
Is this a good place to drop the story about the old lady that followed me home when I was 17? She parked behind me when I stopped in front of my house and ripped into me for honking my horn at her. I hadn't honked my horn at all.
She is ranting on and on about how some other young person beeped at her and she got into a car accident because of them, while I am just telling her I didn't honk. I finally just said, "I feel sorry for you" and went inside. She drove away, while my mom was all "WTF did you do?" and told me to drive to the police station the next time someone followed me.
Sent from my SCH-I545 using Tapatalk
I had a neighbor who was often well lubricated. He and his wife came over to my house when I was in HS when my mom and siblings had gone to return a video. I had some guys over, and girls, and apparently they decided my friends were always peeling off in the neighborhood (I don't remember them doing it, but whatever ). The wife, only slightly drunk, stood in front of one of the cars, danced and grabbed her crotch to apparently dance like a teenager. There were a large number of teens at the time. It was mortifying. But hysterical. My parents had words with them...old people (50 at the time, them and I was just 15).
Post by stephm0188 on Apr 10, 2014 17:24:53 GMT -5
LOL.
I snarked at an old lady the other day. I was scheduling my son's birthday party at a party place, and she walked up and interrupted to tell the employee she was ready to buy more credits for games.
"Um, do you not see me standing here? WAIT YOUR TURN. The line is over there." Then she told me I was rude and she was just asking a question. "YEAH? ME TOO. Wait your turn."