How Come Everyone’s Pissed Off?

Last week I posted a story about a group of oldsters who sit around the local McDonald’s every morning and do nothing but complain about their poor, unfortunate lives. Everything costs too much, everything’s a pain in the ass, nothing’s worth a damn — the usual breakfast topics for the population over the age of 65.

Meanwhile, they all live in homes that they finished paying off years ago, they all buy bottled water at the supermarket because they know ‘for a fact’ that tap water is no good, it takes forever to get their income tax refund check and the cost of everything keeps going up.

They remind me of my late father-in-law who blamed every catastrophe he suffered through life on his ‘dirty, rotten. Stinking, lousy luck!’ Meanwhile, he was never sick a day in his life until he died when he was 80, he always had a decent-paying job, his three children all went to college and became professionals, and he owned his house located on a clean and quiet Brooklyn street.

But everything was always fucked up and if you want to hear how fucked up things really are, I invite you to have a cup of coffee with the breakfast club which meets every weekday morning in the Mickey Ds near me.

After I posted this story I got all kinds of responses from readers, most of whom told me that I didn’t know what I was talking about…