In reflecting on turning 60, I realized that I might never experience 60, because in temperament, I’ve already hit 80. In other words, I am that Old Broad I referred to in my previous post.
The signs are all there:
I have zero tolerance for the general public:
Warning: If you sit near me in a theatre and choose to use a cell phone, whisper loudly to your companion, or even so much as crumble your jumbo bag of popcorn, I will shush you. That is, unless you are scary looking, in which case I will sigh indignantly and move to another row. [Read more...]