An Old Fart

I'm turning into a crabby old fart.

Here is the evidence:

I sent a kid to the principal because he was eating in the library where it is forbidden for kids to eat. I was tired of picking up half-chewed candy and pieces of broken crackers when they left. If they hide the food when I walk by, it means they know they're breaking the rules.

I got annoyed because my young niece has a sketchy friend on Facebook who posts stuff that's pornographic. He also uses the term 'nigga' and, even though he's black, I am offended by this. I want to send a message to my brother asking why my sweet underage niece is allowed to stay friends with him.

I get annoyed when people talk too long about their trips to a particular cafe along the Rhine river and leave the rest of us plebs out of the conversation.

I heard a woman say that kids these days have no respect for anything and I very nearly agreed with her.

I use too many commas when I write.

I also use capitals at the beginning of sentences and periods at the ends.

When I see people playing with their phone while getting a hair cut or ordering a coffee, I take pictures of them and post them as rude to Facebook.

I drive too slowly, usually a few miles over the speed limit. It pisses people off and I don't care. Just wait until I'm going 37 in a 55 zone.

I don't recognize myself in the mirror any more.

I need my naps. I really do. I need a nap now. I'll probably snore and sometimes I drool too.

Thank you for listening, jules