Arrrgggh

I dislike Old People.  With a passion.  

Let me clarify.  There is a huge difference between old people and Old People.  You know what I'm talking about...old people are the nice old ladies in the super market who tell you how cute your kids are and leave it at that.  Old people are the little old men who distract your 3 year old from the candy at the check out isle by doing the old coin in the ear trick over and over again until you are loaded and ready to go.  Old people are the nice ones who give you a look of sympathy and understanding when your children are behaving like hedonistic monsters from hades in public, as if to say that they know how you feel and that they know it is only temporary.  I love those people.  They are good example to my children and they obviously care about the people around them, something I hope to emulate everyday.  

Old People are the crazy psychos that should never be allowed in public, let alone around innocent children and their already harried mothers and fathers.  Case in point:  This morning we walked to the mail box at the end of the street to put some mail in the box and check for anything new.  It was so nice this morning!  Cadence was running a head of me singing the Wonder Pets theme song at the top of her lungs and just enjoying being outside.  Rory was making loud squawking noises at Cady like she always does.  As we came to the end of the street a group of people came out of one of the houses that has yet to sell.  With them was an older woman.  She watched us while I let Cadence put the mail in the slot and then checked our box.  No mail inside so we closed it up and started back up the street.  Cadence started hopping around and singing loudly again and Rory started squawking at her again.  Suddenly, the Old Person (woman) comes rushing after us barking something at me.  I stop and turn to her...and this is the conversation that followed:

Me:  Excuse me?

Old Person: You do realize that your child is singing rather loudly?

Me (looking at Cady and then back to the Old Person): Ah...is that a problem?

Old Person: Well it is very unlady like.  People will get the wrong impression.

Me: silence

Cadence: I'm not a Lady!  I'm a Princess!

Old Person:  That and she is running about like a boy.  And you really should be ashamed of yourself for dressing that little baby boy in pink!  Do you WANT him to be gay?  What kind of mother are you anyway? 

Me: Thank you for your concern, but I don't recall ASKING you for your opinion. (I turned to walk away)

Old Person: Well, I was only trying to help.

Me: Actually is sounds like you are just old and rude. 

Old Person glaring at me me with major Cat Butt Face.  

The couple that were with her hollered at her to leave innocent bystanders be and the man hollered an apology in case she was rude.  Apparently she accosts random strangers all the time.   

Again, I dislike Old People.  I mean really, what on earth makes them think it is OKAY to do and say things like that.  They also tend to be people who will follow you around places just to make their point.  As if aggravating me to the point that I find a security guard or I threaten to have them arrested for harassment is actually going to get me to see their ridiculous brand of logic!  Sheesh!  

Okay Rant over.  I feel better now.  

I really hope that she doesn't move in.  I would hate to deal with her every time we check the mail!