Have you ever noticed when your in the que in a supermarket there are at least five or six old people piled to the front and back of you. Its almost like your sandwitched between coffin fodder and you cant escape, the smell of the grave is lightly tingling your nostris.
This is not to say i have a problem with old people but i do when im close enough to them to smell the denchure cream and urine, eminating from them like the last remanding light of their long saggy life. The other day i was talking to a friend of mine in my class about the subject of old people and she said that they looked "cute".
Now i don't know about you, but i don't find saggy skin, piss, fake teeth, white hair, the smell of soggy biscuits and erectile dysfunction cute at all. Its actually quite depressing. My parents would say, you should look forward to getting old! No more work, you can have someone look after you for the remainder of your years. Yeah because that's what i look forward to when i'm about to die, a piss bag and not having the hassle of wiping my own ass. I could easily enjoy that right now if i hit my head hard enough on something solid.
I just don't know, i dont think most normal people have these thoughts just from standing in a que in the supermarket. Im standing there with quite a heafty basket of items, heavy enough that it would snap grandfather times arm in front of me off. But as i can see as my eyes slowly stroll the checkout counter, the mid range 25 - 40 year olds have the same amount as i, but yet take less time than Old farmer jack with ONE can of rice pudding scuffling for his change to pay for it because he has bad eyesight. It would make more sense to use your time wisely by maybe getting the correct change out before coming to the spotty greasy haired assistant who's looks could slice through that old man's decrepid heart like butter off a scone.
Old people aren't so bad...Just as long as they can be transported to their own island at the age of 60.
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