1) Shook my finger — like a pendulum, back and forth — at a car trying to turn through a just-red light. I actually “tsked” as I stopped the car by walking in front of it, and gave it a “where do you think you’re going, sonny” look. (The driver was an old Chinese lady.)
2) Asked the counter person at the place where I get breakfast to please subtract the weight of the tin when she put my organic scrambled eggs on the scale.
It’s official: I’m my dad.
To be fair, he would ask the people at Zabar’s to subtract the paper for wrapping the smoked herring. That’s way more old-person, both because paper weighs nothing, and because smoked herring.
This was an oversized tin, because they’d run out of the small ones. It looked weighty.
3) Went back to grab more samples of the sliced pumpkin bread at the entrance, and stuck them in the bag with the scrambled eggs for later. Same category: took a handful of Splenda packets at the coffee place, to have in the house just in case. We never have any.
What old-person things have you done lately?
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