Stopped up at Wal-Mart this afternoon to get oil and a filter to service the Jeep tomorrow. While navigating thru the store I could hear a bunch of juveniles whooping and hollering at each other across the aisles. Old Moment #1 -- Mumbled something to myself about damn kids these days not knowing when to be seen and not heard.
Walked up to the checkout line. Somehow said juveniles were gathered in front of the only lit lane looking at the energy drinks in the cooler, blocking the aisle. They looked at me and without saying a word turned, took their time deciding which can of snake venom or dragon adrenaline to buy (ok, it was probably only 10 seconds or so), then walked up to the cashier. Old Moment #2 -- Muttered something to myself about kids not having any manners these days.
Amazingly they paid in cash. No change purses emerged, just paper bills. As they were handed their change a half hearted attempt was made at dropping said change into a pocket -- most of it ended up on the floor but the kids just walked away. Old Moment #3 -- Thought to myself kids have no appreciation for the value of a dollar these days. I picked the change up and scored thirty four cents.
As I was leaving the parking lot I could not help but notice the beer bottle that had been placed smack dab in the middle of the turning lane I was about to drive thru. I did not see them do it, but thought it very likely that the same standout group carried out the act (not many people at the store/in the parking lot today). Not sure if it was an old moment or not, but just said out loud to myself "Idiots" and shook my head.
Made it back home here at Elderly Acres -- the older I get the less I want to go out and interact with the public. Darn Whipper-Snappers!