Some older peoples sense of humor must go downhill as they age. I can't believe they got by on such a lame sense of humor as some of them have at their age for their entire life.
Yesterday I'm up to my elbows in mud and sweating like pig in the 95 degree heat, and I half hear someone calling to me from the road.
I crane my head up and this old fart in a SUV calls out to me, "Hey! Has that ornery old coot you live with told you I like what you're doin' to you garden?"
I thought "Old coot? Gus moved out weeks ago
.wait, is he talking about Mr. Tea?"
I looked at him like this
.
And said.."I don't know who you are." Just then, his old fart wife learned over in the passenger seat. Then I remembered her. She used to work down at the Dairy Queen before they closed that location. Mr. Tea once went over to their house to change a light bulb or something. I remember seeing her once and she went on like she was his major source of income or something. Stupid hag.
Anyway, Mr. Old Fart says "It doesn't matter if you know me! I like it anyway!" and peeled out at about 7 miles an hour.
I don't care how much respect one has for the elderly, and I have a lot
.that's just lame.