Octgenarians and OMG

Sorry for the absence folks, though I officially invite you all to my neck of New England to come play in our scattering of snow.
 I'm watching old episodes of American Chopper, so you can laugh about comparing that to my topics of the hour.

 Today was apparently my day for running into INSANE SENIOR CITIZENS. I'm immensely sorry to those of you in that set who are not insane, because I ran into the ones that make -everyone else- look bad.
 At the dump, I went to move up from the recyling area to the actual trash dump, and nearly got my nose taken off by a large van, who almost waited for me to leave my spot then changed their mind at the last minute. They then pulled forward, with me behind them, and pulled up in front of the trash. Seeing that I was pulling up to the trash right behind them the driver imediately stopped, although she had clear space directly in front of her, leaving me at an angle because I couldn't adjust without hitting her or the car behind us. And she sat there. She just... sat there. Doing NOTHING. For a good five minutes while, feeling a touch of rage at this obnoxious behaviour, started unloading my trash. Only when I was partially done did she pop out of her car, pull out RECYCLING, and walk all the way back to the other building. ((She could have taken my spot, but apparently that made too much sense.))

 While she sorted out her cardboard and cans, I finagled my way back out and escaped the dump. I then had to go to the post office. A nice looking little old woman with white hair and a sweet grandmotherly smile pulled in ahead of me and parked. I went to pull into the slot beside her. She waited until I was half way into the space and then attempted to open her door with great vigor into my hood. Fortunately she did not time this correctly and I stopped, and it swung without hitting my car. She gazed at me in a sort of vague way, and wandered off into the post office with a look that indicated that she figured she must have hallucinated my son and I, since obviously no one else in the world would be parking in the post office while she was there.

 After that, Several people attempted to run into our cart at the grocery, and another sweet smiling happy granny beamed at me... and then cut in line in front of us. Apparently sweet granny smile is code for "I own your ass because no one will contradict me." ((Betcha didn't know that.))

 Also just to make myself laugh: I dropped a dollar in the bin and grabbed June Deveraux's "Rememberance' from the paperback bin. It's a Romance Novel.

 The first thing it did was make fun of itself.

 ...I am actually. laughing. ((Repeatedly.)) at a Romance Novel.


 I'm either really bored or June Deveraux is a better author than I was prepared to give her credit for.
 She's also educated herself to hugely entertaining levels on the more risque aspects of 'ye olden times' and is using it to poke fun at the fact that "Every Generation thinks it's the one that invented sex". <-- this is kind of true I guess.

 Hell I didn't know that in the roaring twenties there were open Gay Bars. They didn't exactly cover that in the history books when I was growing up, but I thought that was kind of insanely cool, because it fit the era, which was also when dating really started to resemble the way we know it today. It was a major time of sexual liberation and as a culture we haven't back tracked a whole lot. ((Some, but not all the way.)) Yet we act like we, as the last generation or three, invented sexual liberation.

 Haha. Jokes on us.