Old People are getting on my nerves

I am back. This will be brief. This is addressed to old fucker in the car ahead of me the other day. It was a rusted, or rusting, out shell of an 80s Chevrolet Monte Carlo. I would say drive faster but the rust may fly off and your fender would go with it. I had not seen that many rust holes since my Mazda in 1988, and even then the rust was on the roof near the driver side window.

Then there was the old twit in the Mazda. Let me tell you, when the light is green and you are in the left turn lane, get into the FUCKING INTERSECTION!!!!!! There should have been no reason for me to lose the fucking light because you had to start your turn behind the white line....when you were the first car out. Where the fuck did you learn how to drive? Actually, when the fuck are they going to take your licence away because you are too cautious. Fuck!!!!!

The best part is that he looked like he was shrinking. I could have killed him. Then again, he could actually have been dead, but nobody told him so he continues to go on about his business.

Speaking of which, FIL is still with us. He is now getting a bit violent. Apparently, he hit the caregiver when she was bathing him. I am thinking that he likes his "old man stink" (I do not.) and does not want anybody taking it away from him. Then again, he was always a dependent person so there is not much change here, except for the hitting.

Even the Wife said he was bitching when she was washing his hands after his pottery class. Just leave him alone and let him wallow in his own filth is what I say. I guess I cannot say that as that would be cruel. He does not know any better. I am just not sure he ever did.

Ciao for now.