Today I ran into Trader Joe's for lunch (their $2.99 pre-made salads are fantastic) and as I was standing at the checkout line I noticed an old woman come into the store on a motorized wheel chair. She entered the store and made her way for the stack of carry baskets. As she leaned over for one I realized she wasn't going to be able to reach. She started struggling, so I put down my salad and went to help her. She seemed pleased that I helped, but didn't really say thank you, so I took her smile as a thank you and went back in line. As she starts moving about the store apparently a young wipper snapper got too close to her wheel chair or something because she started shouting about how nobody respects wheel chairs and how horrible it is for her to go places and how people get in her way and how people never help her out and on and on and on. blah. blah. blah. blah. blah.

I was really proud of my good deed. Helping out old ladies makes me feel very Girl Scouty, but damn, I kinda wanted to take back that old lady's basket. I kinda hate those kind of old people - the arnry old goats who seem to use their wheel chairs as an excuse to force people to be nice to them and help them out, like we owe them or something.

I sure as hell hope I'm not one of those old folgys. I hope I'm of the bunch who bakes cookies all the time and has lots of friends to play bridge with and is happy and smiley. If I'm a mean old fart and you happen to still know me when I'm that old, please force feed me more drugs or just shoot me. Not that I wanted that old lady to be shot . . .