HERE in case you missed it.
Yeah. Gramps must've been so pissed at his old woman that he hired her out to Piggly Wiggly because when I went in there Saturday morning they had a new cashier that's about as old as he was, and she felt it was necessary to give me step by step instructions on how to use my debit card.
She kept calling me 'young man'. I'm a 63 year old graybeard. I kept calling her ma'am.
As I was leaving, everybody I passed, bagboys and cashiers young enough to be my fucking grandkids, all smiled and told me, "Have a good rest of your day, young man."
