Boomers Being Fools

So, brains are weird. I just remembered this story from 36 years ago when I was 5.

So I'm unclear if Pat Catans or Micheals are regional or national stores, so in case anyone doesn't know Pat Catans was a MASSIVE arts and crafts retail store. When I say massive, just picture this. An entire street clearly zoned for industrial use. Warehouses all down the street. A vodka manufacturing plant, and for some reason, the tinyiest amusement park with no rides. It only had putt-putt, batting cages, and an arcade. No rides.

Anyways, in this zone, for some bizzare reason was Pat Catans. A warehouse size arts and crafts store. It later got bought by Micheals (a competing, but much smaller sized crafts store) who closed down all the Pat Catans.

So now that everybody knows the terms, it's 36 years ago. I'm 5 years old. My mom brings me to Pat Catans to decide on a halloween costume a month away.

There's a whole isle of halloween costumes seperated by source material. So you had GI Joe all in one area, the Flintstones all in one area. And she asked me if I knew which catagory I wanted. I excitedly said YES!!!! THE MUPPET SHOW!!!!

And so we walked down to it. My mom asked "Do you know which muppet you want to be?"

And I excitedly said ANIMAL!!!!

And my mom says "They're all animals. Do you want to be a frog? Or a bear? Or a pig?"

And I was annoyed. So I said "No, I want to be ANIMAL."

And my mom says "but which one? There's lots of animals on the muppet show."

Now I was getting REALLY annoyed. My mom watched this show with me every saturday night. She KNEW who animal was. And I didn't understand why she was doing this.

I said "No. Mom. Listen. The drummer from the band. His name is Animal."

And my mom says "But all the band members on the show are animals! WHICH ONE???"

And I'd had enough. I picked up the Animal costume, and said "THIS ONE! THIS ONE RIGHT HERE. WHATS HIS NAME???........YEAH, HIS NAME IS ANIMAL!!!"

And then my mom drops this whole act and gets snippy with me

"HEY! Don't take that tone with me, or you won't get the costume at all!"

And this has summed up our entire relationship. To this day. She feels it's entirely acceptable to not care about how she's making others feel. But if you give her backlash, even a fraction of what she's doing, she can't handle it, and flys off the deep end. She wants HER feelings respected, but doesn't respect anybody elses.

I have no idea why this popped into my head randomly today, but I felt here was a good place to share.

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So, I push people in wheelchairs at the airport for a living. And boomers are at the age where they're our most in need of wheelchairs due to being elderly.

So inside the jetbridge I have 9 wheelchairs lined up. First lady comes out. She gets into a chair, and one of the runners start pushing her down to the baggage area.

Second lady comes out, gets in a chair, second runner pushes her to the gate. For some reason the 3rd runner decides to leave the jetbridge. Not sure why, but this leaves me in charge of pushing 7 chairs.

I usually make family assists when we're overloaded, but Ohio law states that at the very least I need to get them out of the jetbridge.

So a lady sits down, I turn her around to start pushing her out of the jet bridge, and the lady behind her says "Well I WAS going to have a wheelchair, but I guess not!"

So I say "Yeah, just have a seat, I'll be right back."

And she screams "BUT THERE'S NO PUSHER!!!"

I begin to repeat that I'd be right back before she grabs the sleeve of my shirt and starts shaking my arm saying "THERE'S NO PUSHER!!!"

Ok, you're done. I push the lady in my wheelchair to the top, and she's marching right behind me.

I set my passenger to the side, and as I begin to tell her "M'am, I'll be right back, I need to assist other passengers", I hear the lady from behind me now yelling at the united agent, who has nothing to do with anything, "THERE'S NO WHEELCHAIR PUSHER!!!"

To which the united agent says "There's a whole row of wheelchairs back in the jet bridge." And as the woman is trying to yell at the united agent that there are no pushers, she see's me pushing another person out of the jet bridge to the area up top. Where I handed her off to her son, and made a family assist.

The problem is, the woman with an attitude wanted to go right that second, without any regard for other wheelchair bound passengers. She wanted me to just say "fuck them, lets go without them". Not only is that illegal, it's also morally wrong.

So she ends up getting on the cart. Which is like a golf cart type thing that seats 6 people. It drives you about 3/5ths the way there.

After I've taken care of the jet bridge, and cleared the passengers, we're ready to go down to the baggage area. After I've dropped my passengers off, I see the same lady from before trying to get a luggage cart out of the dispenser. In some airports (most) those are free. In our airport they cost $8, which is a pure ripoff for something you're going to use for 30 seconds.

Usually I would help those people find a free one that hasn't been returned to the dispenser yet. They're generally easy to find. In fact, I saw 3 of them without even looking while walking away from her. She was NOT understanding the concept of they need money. First she tried ripping it out from the front. Then she tried ripping the back one out. These carts are locked by steel bolt. You're NOT going to just pull one out without paying......but there's free ones all over if someone helps you.

As I walked away I saw her struggling to push 3 rolling luggages with her foot. It was entirely caused by her own actions. As the ONLY reason I didn't point out how to get a free cart, was due to her treatment of other people. In this case me.

In general I enjoy helping others, but my enjoyment of providing assistance INSTANTLY dies when you show a lack of respect for others.

So yeah, not my job to help with her luggage, or the luggage dispenser, so I took pleasure in watching her body trash violently trying to rip a steel cart out of a steel bolt.....and failing miserably.

About 15 people were at the victims’ home, mostly in the yard, when Billy Booth, 74, opened fire from his house in Crete with a shotgun around 4:30 p.m. Friday, officials said.

Booth killed himself after the shootings. The victims, who are related and include four children ages 3 to 10, are expected to survive.

Website: https://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory/white-nebraska-man-shoots-wounds-7-guatemalan-immigrant-111586014

In a clip from the show, which aired in November of last year, the 68-year-old suggested that the generation didn’t want to work and if they did, they would for as little as four hours.

Goldberg also insisted that moving out and buying a property has always been hard and young people simply needed to 'get it done' like their parents, grandparents and great grandparents.

In a former life, in the faraway land of not my current location-- I worked at a theme park whose name sounded like Paul Whitney Earth.

I worked in restaurants and custodial while there, so I always enjoyed picking up shifts covering the evening parades in other locations on my days off.

One evening, I was on the main drag of that location's parades making sure the patrons were keeping the walkway clear as they found their prime viewing spots.

As I am meandering up and down the road, I find a boomer standing in the middle of the walkway. I put my biggest, bestest, smile on and proceeded with my rodent-approved monologue, asking the boomer if they could please find another location either further up or further down the main drag to safely view the parade... they huffed off and I expected that to be the end of it.

Ten minutes later, as I'm whistling while I work and having a zipidee doo dah day, I run into this villain again-- this time, hiding in a doorway.

While rodents can quickly escape doorways in the event of a fire... humans cannot.

I needed this boomer to move,

I needed them to move NOW,

and I needed to stress the importance of this in as happy a tone as possible... lest the big cheese snap his mousetrap on me.

So, I give it my go... somehow turning 'if you stay here and we have a fire you are far more likely to die than the other tens of thousands of humans here NOT standing in a doorway,' into the rootin-est tootin-est nicest vocal dress down in the west.

Mrs. Facilier proceeded to grab me by my bowtie and shirt, start screaming in my face that she wasn't causing any problems, that there was nowhere else to stand, and that she was STAYING IN THIS DOORWAY MOUSE DAMMIT.

A lifetime and galaxy away... I wonder if she regrets having a lifetime trespass. Must suck not being able to take your grand ratdroppings to the Cheese Chalet, when it was seemingly so important to be there to begin with.

At the top of the month, my husband and I were flying to Texas for the weekend so I could keep my A List perks.

When we landed in Dallas, I noticed the row behind us had one person on either side of the aisle-- both pilots.

As we were waiting to disembark, I started talking to the one directly behind us-- who was around our mid-young millennial age-- about his job, how they travel between airports or flights, and proceeded to thank him for getting passengers to their destinations safely when he was in the cockpit.

As we proceeded off the airplane, the boomer from two rows behind the pilot who tried to disembark before our rows looked at the pilot and said, "You know... I was in Nam."

The pilot exchanged glances and a pained smirk with my husband and I, and proceeded to shut the boomer down with, "...cool."

Arguably not the best example of a boomer being a fool... but the most recent one I've had. Still makes us laugh.

Hi all!

I created the Lemmy version of Boomers Being Fools because I felt we were missing a core location to aggregate their follies.

I am not associated with the subreddit r/boomersbeingfools. I am open to their moderators coming and joining the mod team here, however.

Hope everyone is having a fantastic holiday season-- I hope you can keep your boomers at bay!