[31] On Ramen And Chocolates...And Bacon

“Move it,” I hiss as I push another elderly woman out of my way. “Stop blocking the aisle, lady.”

The old woman flushed but otherwise got out of my way. Well, before she sent me a harsh glare and kept muttering under her breath about how ‘young people don’t know how to respect anymore’ as well as how ‘she was so much better when she had been my age.’ Of course, like how I usually did when I was being scolded, I let it inside one ear and out the other.

The number of old people, both women and men alike that I have shoved, pushed, as well as glared at had already gone past the number of fingers I had. As much as I wanted to be understanding and nice that their old legs could only probably walk at a certain speed, my kindness can only take so much. Especially when I only had thirt