Monday - Grouchy Granny

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking that when I shot an obscene finger gesture at a 97-year-old woman this last Saturday, it really wasn't one of my finest moments. Still, I'm having a hard time feeling sorry about it. She is an evil, unpleasant old biddy and I only wish I had said out loud the message I signaled toward her turned back. I blame my silence on my mother, who taught me as a child that in no uncertain terms was I ever allowed to trash talk little old ladies. My mother never met Faye, though, of room 16C of the Lawrence Street Nursing Center. If she had, she would have taught me that there exceptions to every rule, and that sometimes even little old ladies deserve to be called ugly names and told where to go.

( Too mean to die )