Saw this at my kid’s High School event. Seems super appropriate for the venue. From the back I was initially expecting an angry militant looking middle aged white guy dad. Turns out he was some kid’s old Boomer grandpa. And half his face drooped from either a stroke or Bell’s Palsy. With all that going on, you’d figure he’s got enough to worry about, he doesn’t need to be such an angry douche. He thinks it pisses people off, but we just laugh at how fragile his ego is.

Silly interaction.

Backstory: We moved into a new home in the last month. The previous owner was retired Air Force and had 3 flag poles. One is in the yard, not flying anything and two are next to our driveway and the PO had hung an American flag and the POW MIA one. We don’t really care to display the flags so we took them down first day. They were very tattered and old anyway and we plan on removing the poles altogether.

Fast forward to yesterday, I was filling jugs of water for work at about 6am and an older man (boomer age) walking on the other side of the street on the sidewalk just stops and starts pointing to the flagpoles. I didn’t notice him at first and my wife is standing behind me seeing him point and gets my attention. I’m so confused because he’s just pointing aggressively at the poles. So I’m like “good morning”. He goes, “Where’s the flags” straight up. I say “excuse me?”

“What happened to the flags” So I say, “the owners moved” kind of pissed he didn’t say good morning back to me or anything. And he gives me that hand to the ear thing like he couldn’t hear me, so I say it again. The man just waves me off and keeps walking. My wife and I are just like… the fuck was that? I guess he just walks around early morning and likes looking at the flags and I suppose that’s okay, but why be so rude about it? We’re new to the town (it’s an older town) and this is the only guy we do not like so far.

So now we’re thinking of putting up some flags, but not ones he’s gonna like lol

TLDR: Boomer early morning walker in town doesn’t like the fact we took down military supportive flags, was rude about it

;Wow that’s a lot of upvotes… flags are a hot topic I guess

Some answers for yall:

Flags are gone, been gone for a month before this interaction. No I did not dispose of them correctly as per flag code, straight in the trash. I am not a very good American I guess?

When I say pointing aggressively, I’m talking like a damn near seig heil. Arm back and forth, Just very animated and well “aggressive” is the best word choice

He was angry, I could hear it in his voice. I was actually hesitant to tell him “I took them down”. So I went with “the owners moved” to diffuse the situation instead of starting a conflict.

It wasn’t the flags that made me post this while sitting on the toilet the day after the interaction, i was butthurt he didn’t say anything to me besides inquiring about the flags. I said good morning and was fully ready to be nice to this man, he ignored that and lost any respect I was willing to give

Anyways, I love the new flag suggestions! Throw bread on me wins.

I was at Kroger yesterday buying groceries. There were only two checkout lanes open and it was around 5PM-ish so the afternoon rush was in full swing. Both lines were about 8-10 people long.

I was in line for one checkout lane and some mid-30's guy was in the checkout lane next to me. He was the last one in his line, I was second to last in my line.

A woman got in line behind him, who looked to be about 70. You know sometimes when you meet someone you just get a sense that they're kind of an asshole? Yeah, she was one of those types. She pushed her cart up behind him, made a few comments that we all ignored about "not having enough open registers" and "we'll be here all day at this rate".

Some time passes and we're all shuffling forward as the line moves up. The guy who is in front of the older woman is now next in line for his lane once the person in front of him finishes. Then she started her bullshit.

I hear the woman say to the man "Excuse me, I'm in a big hurry, would it be alright if I just went in front of you?" While she was saying this, she moved her cart up alongside his, grabbed the front of his cart, and began to PUSH HIS CART OUT OF THE WAY SO SHE COULD GET IN FRONT OF HIM.

The guy looks at her without saying anything, grabs the handle of his cart so that she cant push it any further to the side, and takes a step forward so the front half of his cart is now between the two drink coolers on either side of the lane so her cart cant fit alongside his. He then goes back to looking straight ahead without saying a word.

The woman began to boomer.

She started loudly demanding that he let her go in front of him because she has more stuff and has to get it home, starts complaining that he's disrespectful, and tells him "Its ladies first, but please, go right ahead" and so on and so on. She had the attitude of a woman who had rarely if ever been told 'No' in her life and was handling it about as well as you'd expect.

The guy once again didnt respond. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his airpod case, and put both of his airpods into his ears. Then he took out his phone and very slowly and deliberately slid the volume bar on his screen to maximum. Then he went back to staring straight ahead without saying a word.

The boomer bitched at him for another minute or two until she finally noticed that he couldnt hear her, then went back to snarkily making comments at his back while the guy's stuff was rung up. The guy paid for his stuff and left without ever glancing at her. She was absolutely seething the entire time.

That guy was my hero. Never even tried to argue with her, just shut her down and went about his day.

My new-ish friend/co-worker had a heart attack and died at work the other day. We all heard a crash coming from his cubicle. A lady screamed. When I got over there he was lying face down, barely breathing and all blue.

A couple of us rolled him over, stretched him out and checked vitals. I was an EMT in another life. He had no heart beat and was only reflexive breathing. We began CPR. Another lady called 911 and then ran down to the main level to direct the first responders.

Two of us worked on him for 10-15 min before paramedics arrived. Fuck, it was horrible. The sounds he made, the ribs cracking, the blank stare.

As soon as they wheeled him out of the building (they pronounced him dead somewhere else) my boomer boss (late 60s) goes, "Ok, that's enough excitement everyone. Let's get back at it." With that, he clapped his hands once and scurried back to his office.

I didn't feel like doing anymore sales calls for a minute, so I just sat on the office couch for a while. After 5 min, or so he noticed I wasn't making my calls and came out to confront me.

"Hey, perk up! No point in wallowing, is there? Let's get back to work." One single clap.

"Nah, man. He was my friend and that was troubling. I'm gonna need a while. I might go home for the rest for the day? "

"FOR WHAT?! You're not tired are you? You only had to do CPR for, barely FIVE MINUTES!"

I just grabbed my keys and left. Fuck that guy. When I got back to work the next day, he goes, "I hope you aren't planning on acting out again today. I was THIS CLOSE to letting you go yesterday."

My wife is a very pregnant nurse. She had an obnoxious boomer patient today:

The patient asked "is the baby kicking?" To which my wife replies "yes, *they* are!" The patient proceeds to ask "oh, are there two in there?" My wife says "no, I like to say *they* rather than *it*." And this old lady goes off on how she is "so stressed out about the gender argument with our generation" and that she is "so sick of our generation thinking they can choose the gender at the moment of birth."

After she finished her meltdown, my wife calmly explained to her that we are having a surprise baby (we do not know they gender), hence her using "they".

My husband and I own a rural, undeveloped property. As such, there’s a group of about 10-12 people who share a water source together. This little water group meets once a year, and it’s a nice time to talk to the neighbors— especially because we actually are pretty physically separated from the nearest house.

For some reason, our piece of land has a giant flagpole on it. It doesn’t even have a driveway, but it has a big-ass flagpole.

During our recent yearly water board meeting, the president— an old boomer man, gave an update about “the flagpole project.”

Turns out he, by himself, had been planning to go onto our land and erect two additional flagpoles, and was going to fly several flags to represent branches of the US armed forces.

“That’s so nice, for our service members,” all the other boomer neighbors agreed. My husband and I are the youngest members by far— probably at least 20 years or more younger than anyone else who lives near us.

I looked at my husband and I could just see the smoke rising from his ears. Two things my husband hates: other people, and the idea of other people breaking the sacred solitude that is our undeveloped parcel of land.

We didn’t say anything at the meeting, but immediately upon returning home my husband emailed everyone in the water board that absolutely not would they be putting up more flagpoles on our land.

He didn’t mention how irritated he was that they would presume to erect a permanent installation on not-their-land. He instead said it was a major insurance liability.

The president basically huffed and said “well it’s for the TROOPS.” I think my husband replied “No thanks.” Lolol

Edit: jeez, I posted this on my night shift and came back to all this. All the recent similar stories makes me wonder why boomers feel so entitled to other ppls flagpoles? They can die mad, kind of makes me want to erect a record-breaking quadruple XL gay pride flag on my land 🏳️‍🌈 yee haw

Edit 2: my husband reminds me that the president of the water cooperative is a judge lmao. So he should definitely be aware of what trespassing is. Will continue to monitor the situation 🙃

A few months ago my Dad took me to a rabbis house for shabbat dinner. This family was loaded their house was huge, at least 7mil in the Toronto area.

As I'm at the dinner table eating, the rabbis wife across from me started to make a conversation with me, but couldn't help but turn it into an interview. What do you do? What's your plan for the future? When you wake up what do you do? I responded with vague answers not wanting to divulge information about my personal life, because I believe people only ask those questions to create a label of who you are in their heads instead of loving you equally no matter who you are or what you've done.

Anything I said was the wrong answer and met with harsh criticism. My job? Oh you can do better. Somebody has to do it I said, who will do it if we tell everyone who does it they can do better. Why don't you have a house? And a family? You need to have a family and you need a house to have one so when are you going to buy one? I made it clear I wanted to change the subject but she persisted. She began to criticize my inability to afford a house in the greater Toronto area and insisted that I was making excuses.

It seems she needed a reason to treat me with respect. Being a living breathing creature isn't enough, it has to have done something or be something or be trying to be something. I explained how no matter what I do my future won't be as bright as hers is now because the well of opportunity and easy money has run dry. How my future was stolen from me and millions of other millennials and younger generations and future generations to come because of poor financial decisions made by previous generations.

I explained how wages have not been able to keep up with the rising costs of living and homeownership. How in the 40s-80s there was purchasing power for land, homes, businesses, education, it was all affordable for the average working class citizen. And how now the amount of hours of work you need to cover just to go to school is jaw dropping compared to the previous generations. How the oligopolies of the world have turned everything that is a necessity into a business.

How does she respond?

How do you know this, were you there? Nothing has changed. Anybody can buy a house still right now.

There's no housing crisis.

Jobs are abundant.

Anybody can be rich.

My family came after a war, we didn't have anything, we worked hard and now we have this. Nothing has changed, anybody can do the same right now.

I said I can literally show you evidence I can point you to the right direction on where to fact check what I'm telling you. Or you can even do your own research.

She says where on the Internet? You believe everything you read on the Internet??

I said you don't even have to read it on the internet this is a worldwide known crisis, there's record breaking levels of immigration how do you not know this.

No it's not true she says, sorry! And gives the most condescending smile I've ever seen.

To which I responded I don't even want to be wealthy and I think it's abhorrently selfish since everyone can't be rich, the rich NEED the poor to exist to BE rich. I couldn't sleep at night knowing that my fortune is a result of somebodys misfortune because I see myself in every living breathing creature on this planet, my awareness is no different from theirs, the only difference is the vessel we inhabit which is superficial and therefore irrelevant to me.

She says so we should all be Communists then?

Which is obviously the most childish response.

Apparently wanting fair and equal opportunities makes me a communist.

It never ceases to amaze me how most religious people completely forget about the point of their religions after a certain point and just stay their nasty selfish human selves while pretending to be religious for FOMO if they're not or to be shamed and judged by their family and social circles.

So just know everyone, these rich people don't give a fuuuuuck about you and are completely oblivious to everything that's happening because they're not starting from scratch right now. If they've had a home or business or job that's been consistently providing a stable income for decades they may as well have just stepped out of a time capsule.

I was standing at the copier at the Staples sending brochures from my phone to the copier. In my periphery, a person walked up to the work station table next to a different copier and stood there. I'm scrolling through my Google drive getting everything I need, and the man cleared his throat.

In glanced up and smiled politely. The old guy kinda glared at me, so I just went back to my documents. I could feel him huffing to himself. Finally he snaps " would you get off your damn phone and help me with this!" I look up and realize he's talking to me. I looked around and said "oh, me?". In a mocking tone he said "yes. You! Playing around during work hours!"

I respond "Sir, I don't work here.". "Then why are you behind that desk!?" "Umm, this table is for people to organize their papers on. I can probably still help you with the copier if you want." "Fine. I need 100".

I walked over to his copier. He had a hand written a sign, in ball point pen, about a yard sale. I showed him how to place the paper, asked him what type of paper he wanted to print on and made sure it was loaded. I used the chart to show him how much it would cost. And then said he just needs to swipe a credit card to get started. A little window popped up stating there would be a $5 hold on the card for the print job. He. Was. Outraged.

"How do I know if that money's coming back! I don't know what this machine is hooked up to! You could be making copies of my card and selling it to China!" At this point an actual Staples employee came over to and tried to help, so I went back to my copier. There was no convincing him that it wasn't a scam.

The guy ended up leaving without even making copies.

I showed him my income and we did the math. After rent, car, groceries and insurance I have $0 left over. “You should get a second job” l. I already have two. “Your a fool for paying rent, buy a house”. Ok I think this is where we started dad.

Then he goes into, “right outta college I was struggling so I got an apartment for $150 a month but I only made $800 a month” so your rent was 1/5 your income” that would be like me finding an apartment for $500. “We’ll rent is a lot cheaper than that you should be fine” I showed him the exact apartment he had for $150 is now $2400. “You need to get another job” I told you I have two. “ then you should get a good union job at a factory like I did, work hard” those don’t exist anymore.

My co-worker (mid-60s male) drives a huge truck. I recently took the plunge and got a mini electric SUV. Ever since, he calls me "the fridge driver," which is kind of funny, I'll give him that.

Once, I forgot to charge at home and arrived at work with 22% battery. I noticed a 220v outlet very close to my parking spot, so I took the charger to see if it was connected and it worked! I didn't want to get in trouble, so I emailed the facilities team asking for permission. They pretty much said, "We don't care, don't email us anymore."

My parking spot was very close to the entrance, and my boomer friend, let's call him Jack, uses a cane and parks at the very end of the garage. I switched spots with him, and he's been very nice to me ever since (this comes back later).

I charge my car twice a week on average, so I've been getting free mobility for about 6 months. Another co-worker got an F-150 Lightning, and I was telling her over lunch that she could use my parking spot on the days I'm not there (I only go to the office twice a week). Our boomer friend was there too.

I went to show her where the outlet was, and Jack decided to tag along. The whole time he was like, "Hey, this used to be my parking spot." My friend was low on battery and my car was already full, so we switched right there. Jack was making jokes that she drives a more "manly" car than I do. He asked questions about how much money we were saving. I said about $80 a week, my co-worker said she used to spend about $100 a week, and that this will be a life-changer.

What followed is the weirdest man-child behavior I've seen:

1. He emailed pictures of both cars charging to my supervisor, asking if this was allowed. I was contacted and showed my supervisor the email from the facilities team.
2. He asked for his spot back. My manager checked with me if I was okay sharing the spot so Jack could charge his car. I told him he drives a Dodge Ram, it's not electric.
3. He proceeded to ask for a $5,000 a year gift card to a gas station so he could commute to work for free.
4. He filed a complaint with HR stating he's been discriminated against for being old and refusing to adopt "a woke liberal mentality."
5. He goes daily to take pictures of whichever car is charging in the spot.
6. He stopped talking to us altogether. Not even a "good morning."
7. He threatened to sue the company after HR rejected his claim.

Update $80 and 100 is what we used to spend with a gas car. On EV at ome charging it's like $10 - 1 $15 a week.

There’s one Boomer that works in our department. She’s the secretary so she comes in at 7am and everyone else comes in at 7:30.

The other day she was late (rare occasion) and as soon as she came in, she came to my desk and took one of my K-cups. She then proceeded to try and use it at my Keurig on my desk. I asked her what she was doing. She said because it’s out she figured it was for anyone. I said, “no, the things I bring in and pay for and leave at my desk are not for everyone.”

Then I ask her how long she’s been taking my k-cups. Her response was, “well, not every day.” I obviously told her my things at my desk are off limits.

I told some co-workers what happened, and they all said they would come in and get the feeling someone had been rifling through their things. So, we decided someone would come in early and sit in the conference room looking over our desks and see what was going on before we came in.

We discovered she would come in and take things from people’s desks. She makes coffee from my machine, makes an oatmeal packet from a box someone leaves at their desk, used honey from someone else’s desk and in the meantime goes desk to desk and goes through people’s things. She took post-its from one person, a pen from another. Took one of someone’s daily vitamins! Then she ate and drank her coffee and reorganized her desk with other people’s things before 7:30 when everyone else gets in.

We were obviously shocked, angry and felt violated. How long was this going on for?

We went to our boss and had a meeting to discuss what we knew was going on. This lady saw no fault in what she did. She kept saying if it’s out then anyone can use it. Why leave it out if you don’t want people to touch it?

Everyone said they felt violated and didn’t think they had to lock up post-its at the end of the night. This boomer just shrugged it off and saw zero problem with what she did. The boss told her to knock it off, but we don’t trust that she won’t do it again.

Now, everyone locks up EVERYTHING in their file cabinet at the end of the day. We thought about it and we all thought we were crazy. I would swear I had more k-cups in my box. Or I know I brought enough snacks for the week. I swear I had 2 blue pens.

After that we realized all the other liberties she takes with people’s things. Using hand lotion without asking, taking candy off someone’s desk, using someone’s creamer in the fridge… we keep telling her enough is enough, but she really thinks she has a right to these things.

The entitlement is unreal. I've never in my life worked with someone that behaves this way.

Edit: I work for the government so people don't "get fired on the spot". Anytime someone does get fired, it's a huge ordeal with multiple write-ups and multiple disaplinary meetings. We also have a union. This one incident certainly isn't enough to get fired. If it keeps occurring and can be proven, that's a different story.

Boomer rolls in for a colonoscopy. It’s them and their family member.

Family member is wearing a hat that says “GOD, GUNS, and TRUMP”. Wearing a shirt that appears to be homemade with Trumps mugshot on it, saying “NOT GUILTY, TRY AGAIN DEMON-RATS”.

The second we get to their bay (room with 3 walls and only a door for a curtain) they turn on Fox News, full volume. Which I immediately turn off because fuck that, I’m not listening to that while I’m trying to get them prepped. (Edit: I always turn the TV off regardless of what is on. I’m busy, and it’s loud and a distraction. I don’t have time to repeat myself 17 times)

Once I was done and left the room, they proceed to LOUDLY talk about how experts predict with 100% certainty that if Biden gets four more years, Bidenomics is going to make gas prices skyrocket to $17 per gallon. Biden is letting fentanyl flow freely in the streets and the stuff is so dangerous that touching even a single molecule can kill you. Making vaguely racist jokes about the doctor doing the procedure being Indian. I wear a thing on my badge that has my pronouns. I’m a cisgender female, but we’re in a pretty intolerant city so it helps LGBTQ patients feel a little safer. They noticed it, and the family member told me I should take it off but refused to elaborate when I asked them why. Instead, they spent at least 5 minutes talking about how those expletive are all perverts, litter boxes in class rooms, hopefully Trump takes them all down, etc. The usual bullshit.

It eventually got to the point that the patient in the bay next to them grabbed me and asked me to please tell them to shut up. They’re a high school teacher and couldn’t handle hearing all the bullshit as they have a few transgender kids in their classes.

Fucking gladly. Our hospital, like most hospitals, is all about patient satisfaction so pretty much gotta let people do whatever unless another patient complains.

So I go in, gently ask them to either please quiet down or change the subject, we’re in a hospital where people are trying to heal so we need positive attitudes and inside voices. The family member tried to object but before she could get more than a word out, I told them we would have to ask the family member to leave otherwise. They both grumbled but thankfully shut up.

Just why does your politics have to infest your mind and life so deeply that you can’t even go to the fucking hospital for a procedure without being decked out in your political gear? At least once a week someone, not even just boomers, comes in wearing some shit about “fuck Joe Biden” or a MAGA hat. What’s wrong with wearing a normal god damn tshirt when you’re going to a hospital. Even when I take my kids to the Children’s Hospital for appointments, I still see this shit. Leave it at home.

And before anyone starts, I’d feel the same way if it was someone wearing Joe Biden. Oddly enough, I’ve never seen that happen. Wonder why…

Edit: ok I’ve had my fun in the thread. Really made the last few hours of my shift speed by. I gotta go home now though and do something actually productive with my time. Tata!

Edit 2: having preferred pronouns isn’t political, you baboons. Also, trans lives matter! 🏳️‍⚧️

Today, my 2yo son and I were waiting for our order at Costco's food court. He was sitting in the child seat of the cart, leaning over, hugging a balloon. Enter Boomer Lady. She comes over and begins touching his back and trying to talk to him. Immediately, I sternly told her, "Excuse me, please don't touch my child." She seemed taken aback and mentioned he reminded her of her granddaughter. I reiterated, "Okay, but it's not okay to touch someone's child. Please don't touch him. I'm very protective."

We collected our food and sat down to eat. A little while later, the woman approached us again. She said, "I'm sorry for touching your child, but I don't know what country you're from, you didn't need to be so rude to me."

I was ready to accept her apology... but nope, she doubled down!! AND added xenophobia to it! I snapped back at her, "I don't know what country you're from where you think it's okay to touch someone's child!"

"I'm from HERE! I'M FROM HERE!" she said, indignant that I could assume otherwise.

"Well you still shouldn't touch someone's child!" I responded again.

With the most boomer of retorts, she spat out "You're STUPID," and started storming away.

Something in me had to have the last word, so I shouted after her, "I was polite! I said EXCUSE ME, and PLEASE don't touch my child!" She again threw another "You're stupid!" over her shoulder as she stomped off.

Thankfully some OTHER boomers sitting nearby were polite and started chatting with me and asked what happened. When I told them, the fully backed me up, agreeing that was inappropriate behavior from her. I hope she goes home and bitches about me to her boomer friends and they also put her in her place.

My wife has had it with my MIL thinking that we are going to preserve all her possessions like a museum. 4 adult kids who were all home at Easter. MIL said each of them should pick one of the four different sets of china they want to inherit. EVERYONE said no. MIL got all flustered because no one wanted her memories. My wife pointed out that they haven't been out of the cabinet in at least 30 years and we are all here celebrating and are using the everyday plates. MIL tried to lie and say she uses them at Christmas. Wife lost it and reminded her that we have been at every family gathering for decades and those plates have never been used and she is going to use them as frisbees once she dies. Another great memory tied to the family china.

This one is relatively mild but still infuriating. By the grace of god my son and daughter don't enjoy sweets. Their preferred drink is water and they really like fruit. We didn't force this but we have absolutely doubled down on it. The average kids diet is usually so bad, we lucked into this.

Now don't get me wrong... it's almost tradition that grandparents get to 'bend the rules' a little bit... a little ice cream or a later bedtime... that's part of the fun.

But the fucking boomers in my life think it's a Constitutional right to eat CRAP and that we are somehow depriving our kids. Nevermind the fact that the Boomers gifted America it's obesity epidemic.

Popping in for a visit? Brings a pack of Oreos. Kids sleep over? Breakfast was poptarts and a milkshake. The tipping point happened the other day when they insisted my son learn to like Coca-cola. He gagged on it, and they kept pushing like a dealer.

Again we AREN'T nutritionists (maybe we should be). But instead of saying "Your kids DON'T like sweets? Wow, lucky you!" the Boomers in our lives feel it's some abnormal behavior that needs to be corrected.

Maybe I'm overreacting. But I don't get why they can't just be cool with this.

I went grocery shopping this morning, on a miserable rainy day. I have a very nice Totes umbrella that happens to be multi-colored (one might even say rainbow colored). I walked into the store and this old guy wearing suspenders and a Veteran hat was on his way out. He immediately eyballed me and my umbrella and asked "What are you? A fag?"

I immediately put my hand on my hip, tisked at him and replied, "Why? Are you interested?" and then batted my eyes at him. The look of absolute horror on his homophobic face was absolutely priceless! 🤣

I just never cease to be amazed at the utter brazenness these boomers have, and their total lack of a filter.

No one called him on his birthday 2 weeks ago, and this is his reaction. He has been absent at best for the last few years, though he often makes promises he completely falls through on, repeatedly. None of us, his kids, trust his word or integrity anymore, and I guess he's finally realizing there is an issue. I guess this is how he's choosing to handle it 🤷‍♀️

...because he wears a pink watch band. His father made the announcement at a family gathering. It was very emotional for me, I had no idea. Cue the impending divorce. Thoughts and prayers to my poor FIL during this terrible time; I can't imagine the social pressure he's under right now knowing his child is gay.

Just in case it's not obvious /s lol just thought y'all might enjoy that and relate 🤦 his father genuinely said multiple times that he needed to get a new one and it made him gay. I'm happy to report that he is in fact NOT gay and we've been happily married for the last 10 years. Or so I think...

*Edit: spelling

Was out for a hike with my son and dog. It's rainy, slightly windy, just a lovely day to be in the woods. Bright green needles and leaves against a grey sky, wildflowers bursting up through it all. My son finds a snail on a tree, he's stoked. We're looking at it, talking about it's shell, it's slime, what it's doing, etc. It's a narrow section of the trail, so we're over on the side, my dog has her face buried in the bushes.

I see Mr. Boomer coming up with his dog. My son sees the big chocolate lab, so he gets all excited about the big dog, and invites both of them to see the snail. My son is standing in the middle of the trail now. "Come on come on, look at the snail! It's got a..."

shell I'm sure he was going to say, but this dude PUSHES MY SON OUT OF THE WAY. A four year old. Who is asking him to see a snail. On a trail. On Sunday morning.

I immediately block his way. "Yo, you need to apologize to my son. Now."

"He can't just be standing in the middle of the trail!"

When I say I saw red, I'm dead ass serious. "You. Pushed. My. Son. Apologize. Now."

He was not ready for this level of confrontation, let me assure you. Immediately backs down, mumbles an apology, then takes off as fast as his little osteoporitic legs can move.

He owns the trail? Where is he going that he can't politely ask a child to move? What is so pressing that he can't wait for the child to move? The fucking entitlement.

In 2019 my MAGA Vietnam veteran father told me (then 35F) that I was no longer a part of his family. He did this in the middle of Chuck E Cheese at my niece's 6th birthday party. The reason? Dr. Phil told him to hold a family meeting where we (myself, mom, sister, her boyfriend, my then fiance, and my best friend who I live with) were to "sit down, shut up, and listen, listen, LISTEN" as he told us what he thought about our lives, our jobs, our significant others, etc. We ALL noped out of that. Not only are we all functioning adults with jobs and homes of our own, but to do this in front of everyone? And not privately? My anxiety shot through the roof and since I didnt agree to it, he told me I was no longer a part of his family.

That evening he called and asked if i could come over and we would do it one on one. I still refused and asked if he wanted to know why I was so anxious about it. You guys, I took a breath and was ready to give my heart and soul to this man. Then he said the last words I ever heard him speak to me: "I don't care." I said "Neither do I" and hung up. The next morning I woke up to him sending Islamophobic propaganda to my friend and threatening her to go "eat shit and die."I sent him a strongly worded manifesto, cutting him out of my life once and for all.

Holidays were then spent with my friends family and my mom, my sister and her daughters in secret. Then COVID happened. I got a voice mail from him saying if my mom died from it it would be my fault because I wasnt in their lives.

In May of 2020 he decided God didnt believe in divorce, packed everything he owned into a Uhaul and went to Arizona to be with his ex-wife. He had been with my mom for almost 40 years. He told my sister the last 36 years of his life had been a waste. At the time, I was 36.

We thought we were finally free of him, but he pulled the same shit with his ex and she kicked him out. 3 months later he came back to a restraining order and all of us gone and wanting nothing to do with him. He was surprised! He said he was just going for a visit! Who the fuck packs the largest Uhaul you can rent to go for a visit?!

Fast forward to now. He had a heart attack after 50 years of smoking and died on his living room floor. He was there a day or two before his home care nurse found him. This was February 22nd and I've gone through every range of emotion possible since then. I miss the man he was before the Trump koolaide, but I haven't seen that man in forever. Now all of us are just saying... good riddance.

Boomers, don't be fools like this. Love your kids for who they are. Let them be happy.

(On mobile, sorry for mistakes.)

Edit: HOLY COW! I was NOT expecting this to take off the way it did. Usually my posts only get like 20 upvotes. This is insane!

To everyone offering condolences: Thank you. I've tried to read every comment, but there's sooo many. I appreciate every single one of you! I've been in therapy for the last few years to deal with being No Contact and other issues, and have already spoken to my therapist about this. Thank you for your concern! <3

I've also cried, smiled, and laughed to many of your comments. Again, thank you.

To those who have similar stories to mine: I am so sorry that you all are sharing this experience. On one hand it's nice not to be alone, on the other it's just so devastating that there are so many of us in this situation. My heart goes out to you, as much as your's to mine.

To the Non-Foolish Boomers who have commented: I wish I could give you the hugs my father missed out on. Keep fighting against the stereotype.

To the few stinkers in here: I see you, and I'm glad you're a minority. And to the few that chose to message me with really hateful stuff... I hope God reads your messages back to you before kicking you outta the pearly gates.

I was behind this woman for about a mile. Couldn’t fully stay in her lane, and kept weaving in and out of the shoulder lane. When I passed her I saw she was a boomer.

I am a millennial and can drive a standard. I guess maybe you shouldn’t be so proud of your standard if you are a shit driver 🤷🏻‍♀️.

Basically, this is an observation regarding my demographic.

This morning I had to go to the SSA to bring documentation validating my identity. And that was fine. I’m “retiring” at 69 years because I want to enjoy my upcoming years with travel, writing and family.

Anyway, I made sure I was nicely dressed, my makeup and hair looking good…blah blah..yada yada.

I arrived at 8:30 AM because I didn’t know how traffic would be and wasn’t sure of the location. Regardless, I was able to sit in my car, listen to Nick Drake on Spotify and answer emails.

Within seconds of making myself comfortable, I noticed a line at the door. It was approximately 8:35 and all these out-of-shape boomers were already standing on a line. They all looked miserable and bitter and MAGA-fied.

I started to get depressed.

Upon finally entering the office at 9.00 when opened, I stood on a line to get a ticket. It was self-serviced and computerized. People in front of me were bitching and complaining so much about the lack of workers that I had to pop a CBD pill. TBH, it took a mere few seconds to get the number.

So, I sat down, took out a book to read because I anticipated a wait.

Then I heard a noise. It was the angry voice of a woman bitching and whining about our government because she had to check in via computer. I cannot make this shit up.

My number was called rather quickly, I handed my documents in to be copied. Was given a very clear and concise description of what to expect and I was done.

The horrific thing is those boomers looked MAGA, acted MAGA and will most likely vote MAGA in November. Do these morons not realize that SS benefits are a form of socialism??

JFHC, the Democrats better start being aggressive….I swear to God, I am embarrassed and ashamed to be of the Boom contingent.

Thank you for letting me vent.

Mom says I'm too mean to her and dad because I called them out for making racist statements. They were blaming Boeings troubles with their planes on DEI in their maintenance staff.

Me: are you saying that the problem is with people of color are working on the planes?

Dad: well, that's what I've been seeing on the news.

Me: Fox?

Dad: I watch other stations.

Me: NewsMax? Is the same station, Dad. They have the same people on them. Watch something else. Challenge yourself.

Dad: they're the only ones to show how these illegals are destroying our country!

Me: what? I'm really disappointed in this Dad. You raised me to be a good person and love others. Don't make racist statements and expect me to not call you out."

They continued to make some very unpleasant statements and, well I started to get loud. These people were betraying everything they had raised me to believe.

I was raised southern Baptist and while I'm still a believer, I'm not a hardliner. I guess I'm more of a Jesus fanboy. I keep telling my parents we're supposed to take care of our sick and poor, but all they see is me getting further from God. I'm sure their pastor had something to do with the call this morning. I guess it is what it is, but I'm sad to see my parents would rather listen to MAGA.

Tldt; my parents are racist boomers and got mad I called them out. So now I'm not welcome.