Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.

6.26.2009

An open letter to old people

Just because you've had the luxury of living a long time does not give you the right to be an asshole.

Every weekday at the rec center where I work out, they have an hour blocked off for Seniorcize. Good for you staying active and healthy. Kudos to you. I know in that window of time that from 10-10:15 I can't use the cardio machines. Fine. I know from 10:15 to 11, I can't use the weight room, either. Fine.

So, DON'T tell me to get off a weight machine at 9:55 a.m. especially when there is an identical freaking machine right next to it. I shit you not. I was getting on the bicep curl machine (my official name for it) and it has a twin machine right next to it. I'm adjusting the seat when I look up to see an old guy smiling at me. I figured he was smiling because I'm so short that I have to raise the seat to do the curls properly. Nope, he walks up and says "I was planning to use that machine." I look over at the empty identical machine next to it and just walked over there. Come on, grandpa. You were not at this machine because I was there long enough to walk up, adjust the weight amount, sit down to see if it was set right and then get up to adjust the seat when he walked up from across the room. *shaking my head* So, I just walked over to the identical machine and did it there. Asshole.

And, while I'm on my rant, you people only have so much time left in this life. Could you put your foot on the right pedal in your Oldsmobile and speed it up a little bit? I mean, come on. Time is limited and it will take you forever to get where you're going at that pace.

*putting away soapbox*

9 Comments:

  • At 10:06 PM, June 26, 2009, Blogger Melessa said…

    Amen to all of the above!

     
  • At 2:52 AM, June 27, 2009, Blogger Blasé said…

    Aging, my greatest fear...

     
  • At 9:07 AM, June 29, 2009, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I stop by for a visit and I get slammed.

    Semper Fi

     
  • At 9:02 PM, June 29, 2009, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Yeah, screw you! We're outta here!

    Signed,

    Old Fart

     
  • At 3:03 PM, June 30, 2009, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    that guy wanted you out of the building.

     
  • At 3:05 PM, June 30, 2009, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Not sure how you'd know that or why he would want me out of the building. I had never laid eyes on him before. Additionally, there were lots of machines available and it wasn't Seniorcize time.

    I love the fact that I've gotten people up in arms over this. I never get people riled up when I make political posts. Only when I blog about random things like the hateful old man at the rec center.

    *shaking my head* Whatever.

     
  • At 3:54 PM, June 30, 2009, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    that guy wanted you out of the building.

    3:03 PM, June 30, 2009

    I was just trying to add some humor to this. Maybe he thought that everyone that wasn't in his age group had to actually leave and not just get off the machines?People have favorite slot machines, chairs and computes at the library as well.
    It's like last call where everyone just has to go and now....lol

     
  • At 9:05 PM, June 30, 2009, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    ha! Humor is so often lost in printed form, huh?

    Yeah, I don't know what the weenie-head's problem was. It was just stupid. And, yeah, I know I like particular machines, too, but damn.

     
  • At 8:06 PM, July 01, 2009, Blogger Submariner said…

    At least it wasn't some wrinkled old prune that thought she was gracing your life be being there while socking it to the American taxpayer.

    Mrs. Subby was on the eliptical trainer at our gym when this old broad that looked vaguely familiar to her walked up and got on the identical machine next to her. The Mrs. reports that she got uncomfortable when a guy in a black suit took up station behind her and another was hanging out at the door to the cardio machines' room.
    When she went in to lift free weights, who pops in with an entourage of the non-descript black suits but Jimmah Cahtuh his self and the woman was Rosalyn.
    The Mrs. says she wiches she'd have realized so she could have told the geezer she had voted against the man that proved to be the worst President in the 1900s.

     

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