I wonder if old people are often crotchety because they’ve dealt with so many atrocities, they can no longer tolerate anyone. Maybe they ask to speak to managers, hold up lines, and drive at a snail’s pace because they’re at the end of their ropes. Maybe all their people have died, gotten sick, or tried to kill themselves, and it’s irksome to see the rest of us tottering around, breathing air, taking up space.
