Ok so I randomly went to play bingo with some friends and we were having a good time and quietly laughing and talking, I noticed a couple of old ladies were giving us dirty looks. Then one of them turned around and said “Shut up, girls!” . Not only that a few minutes later she tells on us like it’s elementary school. What the hell! ok for one there are tv’s so you can see your number’s, and we weren’t even being loud. Sorry that bingo has become so serious for you now that you are old and you can’t have fun with it!
ugh, I hate cranky old people who think all younger people are shit disturbers!
This article appears in Sep 11-17, 2008.
No youth talks quietly. That is a universal truth. It is a well known fact that they will talk 16% louder for each extra person in their group. The only time youth are quiet is when they are plotting something – in which case they need to be dispersed with high-powered waterhoses, and not just told to be quiet.The problem is that you were on HER territory. You can have skateboarding parks and Bubbles Mansion while she gets bingo halls and Salisbury House. When you are in someone elses hood you have to respect their laws or else you will get yourself regulated.You will have your day ruling the bingo hall, OP, but until that day, keep quiet or move to a different table.
If I had a quarter for every time I wanted a group of giggling girls in public to shut the fuck up I’d be writing this post from a white sandy beach somewhere hot
I’d rather stick a fork in my eye than listen to a bunch of tittering, yappity young ‘uns who are delusional enough to think they are actually quiet in such an environment.Kudos to the old broads – I only wish they had given you all a little makeup job with their dabbers.
“And as for your Grandma she shouldn’t have mouthed off like that!”I disagree, Old people need to be ridden out of public places so that the young can fully rule the streets. Remember OP, old people have neither the lung capacity to inflate, nor the raw strength to throw the deadliest legal weapon, a beachball. I saw go back, make a lot of noise, then when they mouth off… start inflating the ball! While they are trying to hobble away (slowly and pathetically) you can slowly (and methodically) inflate the ball. Then hurl and knock the purple out of grandma’s hair. That’ll teach her not to mouth off.
Bad move The Bad Guy! Now all the bingo halls will be screening for beach balls thanks to your forewarning. Besides, if grandma loses that purple in her hair, she’ll just daub the purple back into her hair.
These disgusting, shameful, mouthy little girls were probably raised in households with no cars and reptiles as pets. They should be purged from the earth.
Hey Jammie – didn’t you rag on FranFran yesterday for spewing that nonsense on multiple threads? Maybe enough is enough…
Rip the bitch apart! *said in the voice of Lucy Lui*
can I just interject and mention how tickled I am that the franfran thing appears to have taken off?where is our suburban housewife today anyway?
No Jennie, I didn’t. That was Miles. I am more than happy to spread the love across multiple threads. Weaving is fun 🙂
What did I do?Oh yeah, I know I came off as a bit of a hypocrite…but I didn’t want to start talking about children and busses on the “people who own reptiles are abnormal” thread any more than I want to talk about this on a “what’s wrong with teenagers/old ladies today” thread.Oh crap…I did it again. ummm…I think old ladies should be allowed to play bingo in peace, unless the teenagers want little old ladies to start boot fucking tourists on the commons after dark, they should each stick to their own territory.