who i see every morning, she walks to town for a paper then walks back. (i see her on the way back) and i think that some old people put on how able they are. i mean, this woman can walk for england. she has a stick but doesn't use it, and can run across the road. yet, when she sees me (walking in the opposite direction) she grabs me and starts pulling me to help her cross the road. i have done this a few times but its getting ridicoulous now. would she like it if i grabbed her and started walking her back to town. i've started avoiding her now. she scares me.
Just because old people appear to be 'able' it doesn't mean that they are happy & confident doing it. I daresay she goes out, crosses roads alone etc because she has no choice but feels better having a little help. Maybe the stick makes her feel more secure, especially if she gets a bit dizzy sometimes. Don't you ever talk to her?
You could always joke that you're the one who needs the help getting over the road & see what she says.
lol, we get older everyday, we don't just wake up and WOW i'm an old woman!! i have tried talking to her but she just mumbles. i actually think its quite rude to be grabbing me!
When I'm an old woman I definitely intend to play up to it. I'm going to dribble on myself in public whenever I want, show myself up at family get-togethers by getting drunk on whiskey and dancing around in my granny knickers, and I might even publicly grope my teenage grandson's mates....
You can get away with all this stuff and more! Why would you NOT take advantage?
i think i would play up to it as well when i'm an old lady. i would embarrass the grankids in public, and when renee wins at bingo i'll trip her up with my walking stick.
Nope, I'm with Ham on this one, we've spent years and years conforming to society. When I'm a wrinkly i fully intend to throw all niceties out the window.
I WILL be that wizened old walnut in the chair, who smells faintly of wee and lavender, with a full chin of whiskers. My children will be obliged to pay their kids to kiss me goodbye when they leave my house, filled with 40 incontinent cats.
I will also reserve the right to start every sentence with, "When I was young..." and then on the rare occasion that I do have an interesting story to regale I will fall asleep before I reach the end. I too will have a faint smell of wee about me, but this will be overpowered by the stagnant stench of stale whisky and brandy.
Oh, and I'll use my powers of oldness to make sure I make claim to that seat by the doors whenever I travel by tube in London. I can't wait to use that little chestnut!
Maybe she is a bit mad .... or bad!
She might know that she frightens you, so is doing it for a laugh.
My husband can't wait to get old and embarass our kids by turning up to meet them with a pair of old underpants showing above his trousers etc. he says he is going to get his own back for all the tantrums in tesco he had to put up with when they were small.