This past month’s Patron of the Month (used to be Patron of the Week and I’m not changing the category now, but will change the graphic next month) comes to us from The Land of Cranky Old Men.
Please welcome I’m-Mad-As-Hell-At-Punk-Kids-And-I’m-Not-Going-To-Take-It-Anymore.
He walked in last Friday afternoon and told me the following or something similar:
Seniors are out there today, driving like madmen, blasting their horns and speeding around town since it’s their last day.
Now first, I admit I had to decipher what he was saying, because when he said “seniors,” my mind went immediately to folks of his own age. The man in question is in his 80s. However, after I thought about a minute, I realized it couldn’t be all senior citizens’ last day on earth in our fair town (thank God, since nursing homes are one of the main businesses here and if they did all depart for the Elysian Fields, our town probably would disappear from the map) and what he was referring to was seniors from the local high school, who will be graduating in a couple of weeks. It was their last day and they were celebrating that fact.
All I could say to him was something to the effect of:
They’re kids and they’re happy to be done. Let them celebrate.
Which prompted a response not unlike this one from the patron:
Except his finger was waggling and his face was flushed bright red to accentuate his anger.
Him: I just don’t understand how they can be so rude.
Me: Well, some might interpret that middle finger you just gave as rude too, you know?
Despite himself, he had to laugh, but then continued on his tirade against the graduating seniors. In the end, he just shook his head and hobbled with his cane into the newspaper section in the back to read his USA Today, where life, the text (both form with font and content with diction a high school senior or caveman can comprehend with little to no difficulty) and the graphics (especially the pie charts…ummmm, pie) are simple.
I still can hear him muttering:
Damned punk kids anyway…