Yesterday I went out for lunch. I was waiting at a red light (headed east) and someone turned left from the cross street, so she passed me (going west) as she completed the turn. She slowed down, hung out the window and yelled “Hey, Grandma!” What was funny was that it wasn’t a young girl.
I’m not sure what made her yell at me. I mean, it wasn’t like she was driving behind me and I was going too slow for her taste. And I have NO idea why she chose that particular insult to hurl.
And now if you’ll excuse me, I think I have a date. With Ms Clairol.