It's that they look at me and just assume that I don't know what to do.

I'm 65 with completely silver hair...the baggers at Publix insist on taking my things out to the car for me. Last week the poor fellow had to heft a case containing 4 gallons of iced tea into the back of my car...as I watched him struggling to lift it I thought... "Next week I'm going to be equally insistent that I can do it myself!" I wonder how he thought I was going to get it out of my car and into my house...sheesh

When I let my hair, or what is left of it, grow out, it is mostly silver now. And that stuff happens to me all the time.

I'm 62, around 6' and pretty broad through the shoulders. When I shave my head, as I do in the hot months here in FL, that stuff doesn't seem to happen. At all.

Go figure. But know that you are not alone.

I appreciate that they want to help, and Publix does want the baggers to take the things out...But I felt so badly, he was probably about my age...and just assumed he was stronger than me... Whereas in a previous life, I must have pushed a plow...and brought the strength with me into this one

ask me all the time if I need help out to car. I always say, no thanks, mainly because I am perfectly capable of wheeling the cart to my car and unloading the groceries without any help.

but then 2 of the gentlemen became so insistent...I allowed it because I know Publix does want the baggers to wheel the groceries out to the car...the managers can be real pains about it too! The iced tea episode has ended that, I certainly didn't want to humiliate him by taking it from his hands and doing it myself...but I never want to see someone struggle like that again.

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Publix means well...but so many of the baggers are older than I!

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Yes, please hold the door open for me.
I know I can do it myself.
but .......

And all they want in return is your appreciation, it is a win win.

I stare blankly at those things all the time! But in my defense, it seems like every store has a different model with different demands, and they swap them out as soon as I've learned them...

And now, for many, if the charge is $10, $20, $30, you don't have to 'sign'.
I've never understood about that 'signing' thing anyway.
It always looks scribbley.
And you can just sign it 'X' and it works.
What's with that.

even flag it down. One holiday season, it was funny (to me) that my elderly peers up the street kept having ambulances arriving (I doNOT wish them ill), but apparently the nerves of the holidays led to an increase of emergencies.

But at least the cashier didn't yell loudly, "Snap up the pace, Matlock. We ain't got all day!"

Maybe that was insensitive of me to make a joke, but it could have been worse. Anyway, I hope the rest of your day goes better.

No biggie.
Just thought I'd write about it.

My mom is about your age. She is a more patient and cautious driver than I am. There were a couple of times I rode with her in the passenger seat while she was driving, and someone ahead of us was holding up traffic, so I reached over and honked the horn for her.

"Don't do that!" she protested.
Meanwhile, everyone else thought it was the sweet looking older lady behind the wheel who was doing the honking.

Last month I was a witness to an amusing encounter in a barber shop where I was waiting for Mr Pipi to get his hair cut.

The other guy in the place, at least 70, had finished up and went to pay his barber, a youngish guy in his 30s.

The younger guy had a Spanish accent...the older guy had a Polish accent. Which would have been amusing enough, from a communications POV, but there was an added twist.

After being paid for his services, the barber then asked the customer if he wanted his receipt emailed to him or texted to him, and explained as best he could what each one was.

The older guy gave his home phone number...the barber asked if it's a cell phone. No...it's a house phone. Sorry, that won't work.

Next question...do you have an email address? Yes, said the older guy, and he gives his home address.

Now, keep in mind that these two are having trouble understanding each other anyway because of the language barrier.

It was all I could do from laughing, and I'm pretty sure the older guy left receipt-less.

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...he's gonna have to remember to wear pants. They call it the new "MFM Rule."

because there is an older gentleman who comes into the local gas station every morning sans pants. He wears a long, red flannel nightgown. We call him "Flannelman." He's a super-hero.

There was another old guy, who has since passed away, that would come in occasionally not wearing pants at all. Just his boxers. Poor guy would look down and say "I forgot my pants!" He also got two tickets for driving too slowly. He also drove his car into, and part-way through his house. Twice.

But what I really don't get is people around my age (53) being completely mystified by paying for groceries using a credit/debit card. They have to be walked through every. single. step. every. single. time., bless their hearts.

For me, it has to do with whether I have reading glasses handy. If I don't, then I have difficulty with those things and have to ask them.

Wait, reading glasses *is* a sign of old age. Sigh. No escaping it.

And when they ask if I need help out to the car, my standard answer is: "No thanks, unless you need a break and want to get out of here for a couple minutes." They smile with gratitude.

Mostly because they have their heads up their asses, being occupied on their smart phones and shit.

You can be as colorful as you like!