''-no.'' *granny turns around* i've always hated the idea of growing old, not quite because of becoming wrinkly and old but because you will suddenly become this fragile and helpless old body, needing everyone to support you in case you fall. my mum has always asked me: elaine, you dislike old people so much- then would you ever come back to look after me when i turn old? i've never quite got on with old people, but as long i wasn't in a moment, we can live with each other. the impression was never amazing but i never thought lowly of them- i know that one day- you, me, her, him and everyone would have to grow old one day.. so i never really thought about it.. but what if you were standing in the queue, in tescos for example and you've stood there waiting for a long time and some old lady comes in and jumps the queue and decides to plonk herself right in front of you..
would you say anything? the woman in front of us (ma mere at moi) was in the same situation stated above, jsut- 2 hours ago. the old lady suddenly put her basket beside the queue and POP, she was in it, in front of the many people who have been waiting for a long while. it was a sly coming, putting her basket down to knock her back and sigh and whinge about the weather. she made no attempt at first and i seriously thought she was just tired, her face crumpled up like a brown crinkly paper bag and her lips pursed together. it's either that i'm really stupid, or she's an amazing actress, or my mum can just see through these sorts of things, but my mum whispered into my ear: she's coming into the queue. and i shook my head and thought she was tired, i really did until the person put her all food onto the conveyor belt and left a large gap in the queue. This was easily filled by the old granny- she was faster than i thought she was, kicking the basket into the line and placing herself into the queue as if she's always been there and belonged there. the woman in front of us was outraged, seeing the granny just come in but had tried to keep her voice restrained to tell her: the queue starts back there. however, the granny simply looked at her and replied: i know before turning her back on her. this i think started off the.. dispute? there was a large row, between this middle aged woman and the elderly. the two main points were:
-the queue started way back down the aisle, if you want to join it- go to the back
-i am an elderly woman, you should have respect for me and allow me in front.
it was a harsh verbal fight- the older woman shreeching and the younger one trying to keep her cool and in the end- losing it. it was amusing to watch. the older woman won in the end because the rest of the line didn't quite want to stay stuck in the cramped tescos. so the older woman won and continued her rant for another 2 minuted before shouting to the world how people have no respect for elderly nowadays. although the nanny did win in the end, i never quite agreed with her argument. true, she was old and she really could have needed to cut her queue, but would 't it be nicer for her to ask instead of just slip in as if nobody noticed? the woman may have been in a rush and having her cutting in may have been a bother to her. we all have to queue in life don't we? all have to keep some kind of discipline and not have everyone running haywire. the world would be so shit if everyone did their own thing. somehow, the granny thinks because she's so old she can have the right to do what she wants and if you stop her- you're not giving any respect to the elderly.. there are so much more if you think about it, hearing about these old people stories about how they would delibrately make some people's lives harder, crossing the road when you're just about to drive through, forcing you to give up your seat, etc. we tend to forgive them for their age but sometimes.. just sometimes- don't you think that they are taking advantage of their age as much as we are taking advantage of our youth? maybe it's just me but really? i don't want to grow old now, that granny today has completely ruined my impression on old people. or maybe i'm just an insensitive crappy teenager.. | 
