Must be all of this stuff is starting to get to me

Mr. Ed

Be what you is not what you what you ain’t
Location
Central NY
Had an incident at local grocery store yesterday. It seems my humor and wit is unappreciated by young people. Nothing dirty mind you, I wouldn't do that. In addition, an employee said I touched her inappropriately but I didn't I asked about a tattoo on her arm, I didn't touch her but she reported me her supervisor and the supervisor spoke to me at the store.

When I got home I called the supervisor to express my distraught and remorse over the matter because I am sincerely sorry that someone would think that of me.. This on top of everything else is getting to me. I just gotta go through it, it is only a temporary state of mind that will pass and then on to the next ordeal, life is good!, it just stinks sometimes.
 

At the nursing home where I work, supposedly some resident turned me in for raising my voice at another resident. It was a lie of course, mainly because I was talking to my favorite resident. I had to repeat something several times for her to understand. The complaining resident had room across the hall. No one told me who the resident was. But it was easy to guess who it was. Besides on Easter morning when the nursing home had a Easter service, this resident wanted to make a comment about that Easter had nothing to do with the song, Here Comes Peter Cottontail, candy or the Easter bunny.

Last Saturday at work I was wearing my Woodstock tee shirt. She saw it and complained to me, "You shouldn't wear shirts like that if won't stand still and let people read it!"
 
It doesn't take much for someone to make something out of nothing today. Some people either don't take the time to listen to everything OR hear only what they want to hear. Then you have others who no matter what will twist what you say. This female sounds like she may be a bit of everything.

I'm sure that the store has security video in it & I would tell him to play back the video & take a look at it. I have no use for people like that.

P.S. I have fat fingers today & I hit the wrong emoji the first time in your original post Mr. Ed. So please forgive me, it is a 🤗 that I meant & I changed it.
 
I've always been a curious and complimentary person. I thought nothing of asking a person with an accent their origins, or asking about a tattoo, or complimenting someone at the gym for awesome back muscles, or telling a woman in a summer dress she looked fabulous.

No more, now I keep my eyes down and my mouth shut, at least around strangers.
 
Me, too, @C50 I am talkative and curious but I have the advantage over you & @Mr. Ed in that I am an old woman and I am seen as no threat to anyone (little do they know :ROFLMAO:)!
I hear you, I'm an old man and you know old men are stigmatized as dirty old men. Don't usually hear a reference about dirty old women?
 
At the nursing home where I work, supposedly some resident turned me in for raising my voice at another resident. It was a lie of course, mainly because I was talking to my favorite resident. I had to repeat something several times for her to understand. The complaining resident had room across the hall. No one told me who the resident was. But it was easy to guess who it was. Besides on Easter morning when the nursing home had a Easter service, this resident wanted to make a comment about that Easter had nothing to do with the song, Here Comes Peter Cottontail, candy or the Easter bunny.

Last Saturday at work I was wearing my Woodstock tee shirt. She saw it and complained to me, "You shouldn't wear shirts like that if won't stand still and let people read it!"
She doesn't like you, it doesn't matter why. She has given you the (unwitting) gift of warning you about that fact. That's a good thing, I always appreciate it. Forewarned is forearmed.
 
At the nursing home where I work, supposedly some resident turned me in for raising my voice at another resident. It was a lie of course, mainly because I was talking to my favorite resident. I had to repeat something several times for her to understand. The complaining resident had room across the hall. No one told me who the resident was. But it was easy to guess who it was. Besides on Easter morning when the nursing home had a Easter service, this resident wanted to make a comment about that Easter had nothing to do with the song, Here Comes Peter Cottontail, candy or the Easter bunny.

Last Saturday at work I was wearing my Woodstock tee shirt. She saw it and complained to me, "You shouldn't wear shirts like that if won't stand still and let people read it!"
She knows exactly what she's doing and enjoying every moment of it. She is aware there are zero consequences for anything she does. She relishes the power she knows she has over staff.
 
I grew up in the south and normal conversation often included “where are you from” especially if a accent is detected. It was a friendly way of getting to know a new acquaintance. I’ve only recently learned that it is consider rude and intrusive. Who knew?
I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area where asking anybody just about any kind of question other than what they did for a living was considered rude, weird, and (the worst insult of all for that area) old-fashioned.

When we went some summers to visit my dad's relatives in the Amer. South, it was always startling to me how much people talked to each other, people that had never even met each other yet (gasp!)
 
I interact with the general populace as little as possible. Just because of occurrences like the OP had. I used to like to engage in casual conversation with a stranger. No longer. This is what it has come to in this country. But it is what it is.
 
I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area where asking anybody just about any kind of question other than what they did for a living was considered rude, weird, and (the worst insult of all for that area) old-fashioned.

When we went some summers to visit my dad's relatives in the Amer. South, it was always startling to me how much people talked to each other, people that had never even met each other yet (gasp!)
Maybe that explains it, I grew up in Georgia and everybody talks to everybody
 
I've always been a curious and complimentary person. I thought nothing of asking a person with an accent their origins, or asking about a tattoo, or complimenting someone at the gym for awesome back muscles, or telling a woman in a summer dress she looked fabulous.

No more, now I keep my eyes down and my mouth shut, at least around strangers.
..it's terrible but it's the minority woke that has changed all this. Now regardless of whether you did anything wrong, there's always going to be someone shouting that you did...it's making the world a much less friendly place very fast..
 
I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area where asking anybody just about any kind of question other than what they did for a living was considered rude, weird, and (the worst insult of all for that area) old-fashioned.

When we went some summers to visit my dad's relatives in the Amer. South, it was always startling to me how much people talked to each other, people that had never even met each other yet (gasp!)
I'm a Scot, and we're traditionally known as very friendly people. We talk to everyone, everywhere...

Here in the South of England where I've lived for 50 years it's the absolute and Polar opposite. even after all this time I occasionally forget myself and strike up a convo with someone , and then see the suspicion in their eyes immediately, and I stop...

.....or lately, and I don't know if this has been because I'm older now.. but I find sometimes if I start to pass the time of day with someone in a queue ., they start replying in a patronising manner..like I'm some old gaga person whose been let out for the day.. and I'm talking about people my age, not youngsters... because it's so entrenched in these people not to speak to strangers that if someone starts a conversation with them.. then that person must be Nuts...or got some old timers disease... It's the most unfriendly place I've ever lived...
 
Last edited:
I'm a Scot, and we're traditionally known as very friendly people. We talk to everyone, everywhere...

Here in the South of England where I've lived for 50 years it's the absolute and Polar opposite.
I'm becoming more convinced that geographic psychology is a real thing. Like so many human issues, individuals are a separate issue from the greater herd mentality we live amidst.
 
I come from a city reknowned for its friendliness and instant chatter and are described sometimes as "if he has no one to talk to he'll talk to the nearest lampost " - that's when lamposts were more common !
 


Back
Top