I’ve become one of those grouchy old cotes along with too many of my peers ( those of us who are old enough to collect Social Security) Bitch, Bitch, Bitch about people looking at their 📱 in a restaurant as if it’s any of our business. Complain about the slow service on the checkout line while we’re just lucky to have someone who can check us out. Complaining about children who make a scene in public, as if our kids were 😇. Oh of cause we were 😇 or we would get a whipping. Oh college now a days, they give anyone a 📜 not like in the old days were they if you were poor you had to really work hard 😓 to get that Bachelor (If you had 💵 you could buy it). Why are those millennials refusing to get a 💉back in my day when you were drafted you got shots for everything that there was a vaccine for. ( What’s with the arm forces nowadays, how come not everyone is vaccinated against Covid 19). We complain about how complicated it’s become to make a ☎️ call to a business and have go through a whole process for automated service that so confusing you want to throw the ☎️ at the wall, and then the system tells you if you want to 🗣 to human to press 666 and wait for eternity that seems to never come. Oh and that thing they call music 🎶, it just so dirty, not like the rock and roll 🎸 of my day which my pops used to call nothing but noise, and some of those lyrics, oh my goodness, how could they let that on the air he would tell me.
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