Effing Baby Boomers. They're the damned worst.
Today, we went to do our grocery shopping. I was under the weather, so I wanted out of there as soon as possible. In front of us in line were a pair of geezers who bought EVERYTHING they possibly could. No big deal, people need food.
At the end of their order, they demanded to purchase a couple of packs of high-end ballpoint pens. The scanner had no price for them. But these humanoids HAD to have these pens, and right NOW. It took three cashiers 30+ minutes to figure out that the goddamn things were $9.49. They wouldn't take them out of line, they wouldn't move them over to customer service, NOPE - they had to hold up a goddamn grocery store line for 30 minutes because these were, apparently, the GREATEST ballpoint pens since the advent of the quill and inkwell. Needless to say, when the over made-up cashier finally got to me, she suddenly became the freakin' Flash.
I hope those geezer's pens fell out of the damn bag. Or that they don't work. Or they get hit by a train.