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Why do I keep finding myself in line behind these people? 
At the local Habitat an older woman (OW) is helping her middle-aged bitch of a daughter (BD) buy some cabinet handles. The OW is frail-looking, with that skin like parchment paper, but she seemed pretty "with it" as she brought the box of handles to the counter. She puts the box down and tells the cashier she has 37 handles and 12 knobs (or something like that). This is when the BD starts in on her mother in the most condescending, disrespectful tone I've ever heard.
"No, Mom, that's not right. You weren't paying attention again when I put them in the box. Here, let me count them for you again." They count the pieces and it came out to -- you guessed it -- exactly 37 handles and 12 knobs.
The whole time they're counting the BD is keeping up a stream of chiding that one might use on a dog who just had an accident on the rug. It was less what she was saying than the tone she was using. I swear, I wouldn't speak to a toddler in this tone, and she was being loud enough for everyone around to hear her. The cashier is looking uncomfortable and everyone else is sort of looking anywhere but at the OW and BD. The cashier tells them the amount and the OW pulls a checkbook out of her purse.
The cashier apologizes that they don't take checks and then starts telling them what they can take (cash, debit, and Visa/Mastercard credit cards). Unfortunately, the BD has already started in on her mother for trying to use a check. "You know they don't take checks here." The OW is trying to hear what's accepted but the BD won't shut up. She pulls a Discover card out of her wallet while asking if she can use a debit card. This sends the bitch of a daughter over the edge.
"Mom, you can't use a discovery card! She said you could use a debit card. See, that's why I'm worried about you: People say one thing and you hear another. Put that discovery card back and get your debit card. You can't even do this right. Your debit card. You need to get your debit card out now, mom. C'mon, just give me your purse so I can get it for you."
Oh my god the poor old woman was in tears from the embarrassing berating she was getting from her daughter. The cashier just shook her head as the two left, too stunned to do anything but watch them leave. We all talked about how bad we felt for the poor old woman and how embarrassing the daughter's attitude towards her mother was. Granted, we don't know what her actually daily level of functioning is, but from what I saw, she was far from senile.
At the local Habitat an older woman (OW) is helping her middle-aged bitch of a daughter (BD) buy some cabinet handles. The OW is frail-looking, with that skin like parchment paper, but she seemed pretty "with it" as she brought the box of handles to the counter. She puts the box down and tells the cashier she has 37 handles and 12 knobs (or something like that). This is when the BD starts in on her mother in the most condescending, disrespectful tone I've ever heard.
"No, Mom, that's not right. You weren't paying attention again when I put them in the box. Here, let me count them for you again." They count the pieces and it came out to -- you guessed it -- exactly 37 handles and 12 knobs.
The whole time they're counting the BD is keeping up a stream of chiding that one might use on a dog who just had an accident on the rug. It was less what she was saying than the tone she was using. I swear, I wouldn't speak to a toddler in this tone, and she was being loud enough for everyone around to hear her. The cashier is looking uncomfortable and everyone else is sort of looking anywhere but at the OW and BD. The cashier tells them the amount and the OW pulls a checkbook out of her purse.
The cashier apologizes that they don't take checks and then starts telling them what they can take (cash, debit, and Visa/Mastercard credit cards). Unfortunately, the BD has already started in on her mother for trying to use a check. "You know they don't take checks here." The OW is trying to hear what's accepted but the BD won't shut up. She pulls a Discover card out of her wallet while asking if she can use a debit card. This sends the bitch of a daughter over the edge.
"Mom, you can't use a discovery card! She said you could use a debit card. See, that's why I'm worried about you: People say one thing and you hear another. Put that discovery card back and get your debit card. You can't even do this right. Your debit card. You need to get your debit card out now, mom. C'mon, just give me your purse so I can get it for you."
Oh my god the poor old woman was in tears from the embarrassing berating she was getting from her daughter. The cashier just shook her head as the two left, too stunned to do anything but watch them leave. We all talked about how bad we felt for the poor old woman and how embarrassing the daughter's attitude towards her mother was. Granted, we don't know what her actually daily level of functioning is, but from what I saw, she was far from senile.
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
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