This post has been stewing for ten years.

I’m finally done.

I have no patience for old people who are cranky and grumpy and treat others like shit because they are old.

No patience at all.

Table 11 tonight were those old people.

3 guests.

2 cranky as shit.

There is no reason, absolutely no reason to be cranky just because you can be!

The woman at seat 1 you could see from across the room was miserable.

And she complained about everything.

Her ordered a Prosecco. Then sent it back insisting she did not.

She complained about the free bread.

She sent her food back because it wasn’t hot.

(Very, very, very few food items are meant to be eaten hot).

She was miserable.

I really think she’s one of those people who think because they are old their behavior doesn’t matter.

And for the most part we ignore and accept it

Like we ignore and accept that grandpa is racist.

And grandma is homophobic.

And uncle Joe doesn’t like Catholics and Muslims.

And I say bullshit.

If you are still a living breathing functioning part of society just stop it. Stop being miserable. Stop being racist. Stop being wrong.

Be nice.

Your life probably wouldn’t be so miserable if you were nice to people.

There is absolutely no fucking excuse for it.

Just.

Stop.

It.