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Brack, I hope you didn't study the oral cavity and tongue of a Black Myrdonian firsthand :O

...today I was returning home on the electric train. The situation: 2 seats, each with three places, on one there was me, a fat woman in her fifties, and a girl; on the other, two people and a bag belonging to the fat woman.
A woman, about forty to forty-five years old, approached us and asked, "Is it taken?". The fat woman said, "Yes, yes, it's taken!". Well, she was probably too lazy to hold the bag in her hands. But the woman didn't leave. She stood there for two stops... and then started arguing. "Where is your friend? Did he leave at the last stop?", and the woman started saying something like, "He'll be here soon, and you shouldn't be rude, by the way, I'm older than you!".
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I felt so disgusted watching this... I added that not only is she older, but also much heavier, finished my drink, and gave up my seat. I stood up and went to the vestibule. You know, I'm starting to understand Al Bundy (and his doppelganger, Gennady), who hate fat women. Ordinary people, that's all. They just want to sit their fat butts down and lean back – what else do they need for happiness? As Tam sang:
"Cheat... mmm... cheat all your neighbors and crawl to the trough." True.

It's not so much about overweight women, but rather about those with a nasty attitude. They usually start behaving this way around the age of fifty. It's hard to find someone who wouldn't be annoyed by it. However, you can't convince them that they're wrong, and frankly, you don't really want to. Instead, you just want to resort to physical force.
I had a similar experience recently. I was at the hospital to donate blood for a medical certificate for university. A woman walked in front of me, and another woman rushed in behind her, mumbling something like, "I just need to ask one question." I didn't stop them; I didn't need the hassle. Then, a Roma woman came with her elderly mother, saying they were there for a procedure. I let them go ahead. Suddenly, a woman in glasses, who looked to be around thirty-five, started yelling at me, asking why I had let three people go ahead and if I was the only one in line. When I suggested she look at the door of the room (which had a sign saying that people coming for procedures could skip the line), she started screaming that they should let one person from the regular line go ahead for every person skipping the line (a paradox, isn't it?). When it was my turn, she managed to rush in before me. I couldn't just hit her, could I? She started saying she didn't have time because she had a small child at home, and I barely managed to stop myself from saying something like, "What about your husband? Oh, you don't have one? And I'm not surprised." The most interesting thing is that this idiot hadn't even filled out all the forms before going to donate blood, so she didn't even have a legitimate reason to be there at that moment. But she was making a huge fuss. And what do you do with people like that?

It's not so much about overweight women, but about those with a bad attitude.

It's not so much about women with a bad attitude, but about those who are arrogant! =))) You can say that such women were raised in the Soviet Union, where OLD AGE HAD TO BE RESPECTED, and the old age itself, not the person, regardless of whether they deserve this respect or not. Such people cannot be re-educated; the main thing is that in the future, people are not raised in this way. Who else will add something relevant?

Let me tell you, there are these old people who know how to live in such a way that you just look at them and are amazed by their audacity. Especially in public transport, it makes you want to give them a piece of your mind... I remember one incident when I was getting my passport. There were about 10-15 people. When it was my turn, I went into the room. And then this guy bursts in, so big you can't even see his neck. He's all swagger, and he starts pushing his daughter ahead... I looked at her and smirked a little (she has the same build as her dad – no neck). I needed to pick up my daughter's passport. Luckily, I was with my mom, and she somehow manages to calm them down quickly... I don't remember what she said, but never mind! There was another incident in public transport when I got on and accidentally nudged a bag. And there was this huge woman sitting on two seats, like a big turtle :D. She started yelling, and I apologized, but then I kept glancing back at her with a stern look. There was a time when I was shopping with my mom before my birthday. I bought a lot of stuff and came out, and the bags were so full that the handles were digging into my arms. I started walking out of the store, and this old lady was behind me with one bag. I had both hands full, so I carefully opened the doors with my feet. The last door was a bit stiff, but I managed to open it, walked out, and kept going. This old lady didn't like that I didn't hold the door for her... She started yelling and calling me a "freak." I was shocked and responded in the same way. Because there was nothing else to do, since I've known this old lady for a long time, and she's either crazy or something... That's it, I think

Speaking of crazy old ladies. When I was 10, I went with a friend to set off firecrackers. We were walking and setting them off, and suddenly, out of nowhere, the gate of some house swung open, and an old lady ran out. Her face was angry, her lip was hanging down to her chin, and she closed the distance between me and the house so quickly that I didn't have time to react before she grabbed me by the collar and started yelling loudly, saying that her child was sleeping. How could an 80-year-old woman have a child? At that moment, I didn't even think about it; the attack was too unexpected. I tried to apologize politely and promised that it wouldn't happen again. But after walking 10 steps, I brazenly threw a firecracker at that old lady!)))

and after stepping back 10 paces, he brazenly threw a firecracker at that old lady!)))

Here it is, a vicious cycle. You can take revenge endlessly, right? :) And in conflicts between old ladies and young people, both are to blame :) who is more to blame, who knows. I can't judge objectively, but sometimes one side is wrong, and sometimes the other. :)

Yeah, there are such grandmothers... It's good that there aren't many men like that...
In general, it's better not to get involved with anyone, like me... unless they ask for help. And that usually happens in winter... at least, I remember two cases where grandmothers couldn't get from the road to the sidewalk. In the first case, a snowdrift was in the way, and in the second, it was ice (it was incredibly slippery)... well, I, as an emissary of light, naturally offered them a helping hand, haha.

P.S. There were also attacks in childhood, even for harmless children's games (not just exploding firecrackers). But I never started arguing; it's better to just wait (listen) or leave. Why waste your nerves when you can just ignore them? IMHO.

Sometimes, pride just doesn't allow you to stay silent, and at the same time, good manners prevent you from telling someone to go to hell or punching them in the face. You have to either make a clever sarcastic remark or do something similar. Unfortunately, I don't have the talent to make clever sarcastic remarks.

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Tvelv, what is that? Is it something I can't keep to myself?:D I know, you also have a favorite girl, but you need to find a way to chat without being so... chatty, haha. Chatting can be different: rude, like you demonstrated, and gentle, for the sake of communication...

This is how a vicious cycle is created. You can take revenge endlessly, right? And in conflicts between older and younger generations, both are to blame. Who is more to blame, it's hard to say. I can't judge objectively, but sometimes one side is wrong, and sometimes the other.

Whirl, you're not entirely right here either. The problem is that these older people consider themselves some kind of deity. They think, "I'm old, so you should shut up." It's funny: in school, they teach you to develop your speech so that you're not withdrawn and can express your thoughts. But it's these older people who create situations that make young people withdrawn. It's strange. It turns out that young people are silenced just when they're starting to develop these skills. And what can you expect from the older generation? Just senility. And often, it's already quite advanced. After all, there are kind older people who will say that it's not nice (because of the young people's behavior). Or they will understand the situation of the young people and remember their own youth, when they also wanted to live for themselves. Because later, you won't be able to... So, it seems they've forgotten that. Our Russian and Literature teacher is kind of nervous, but she's also relaxed and understands young people. She herself used to talk about how they relaxed and didn't do their homework because they were tired. So, it's not right for older people to judge the lack of talent in young people. You could even ask them how far they got in school. At most, they finished 9th grade, because that's what the times were like.
P.S. I type messages 80% on the keyboard and 20% on the screen:D.
P.S.S. I'm getting carried away, I'll finish now:)

Regarding the issue of rude old women and methods of dealing with them, I remembered a funny test =)))

Whirl, you're not entirely right here either. The issue is that these old women consider themselves some kind of deity.

Still, Whirl is right; one of our bad deeds outweighs ten old women's deeds because, in their opinion, young people used to be better, saying that they were better in their time...
It's unlikely that the old women consider themselves deities. It's more likely that they are resentful towards the state for their small pensions and towards young people for what they perceive as disrespect.

Well, that was just an aunt, but how the old folks go wild is a whole other story. A friend of mine told me about this... Childhood. Even as a little kid, he was already sowing the seeds of anarchy – he climbed a tree with his friends. As always, out of nowhere, most likely appearing from thin air, came the Furious Avenger – his grandmother. A sweet, sweet grandmother. Her calloused, wrinkled hands trembled, and she gripped her walking stick convulsively. And it wasn't just any walking stick. You know, there are those kinds – combat ones. With blades, a titanium coating, and an energy element. "What are you doing, you cursed scoundrels! The tree is in pain! Oh, you little brats! The tree is growing, and you're sitting on its branches! Get out of here! Take that! Take that!" *Krrrraaaag, krrrraaaag, tish-tish* "Ouch, my hand!" "Get out of here, you little rascal!" Luckily, the little rascal wasn't my friend; he was the one who got it. He couldn't use that hand for a long time because, let's face it, it's hard to run while using a broken wrist with shards of your own bones sticking out, which is gushing hot, dusty asphalt with streams of venous blood from severed and torn vessels, while simultaneously losing pieces of skin and flesh in the rush, which will then be greedily devoured by stray dogs; feeling the hellish pain a minute after the adrenaline rush subsides, and losing life literally through your fingers with each second, while also wondering how your vision is darkening, your ears are ringing, and feeling a wild fear of your parents, who will scold you.

Thank goodness, the contest is over, and I can leave with a clear conscience. Thank you to everyone who supported me, as well as those who put me down, so I wouldn't get too conceited! I want to say a meaningful "Goodbye" to everyone, if there will be another one.;) There's no chat, so I'm writing here. That's it, I'm making a bow and leaving with the gait of an independent cat...

How come there's no chat? And what about Guild Chat? =( P.S. Lock, we used to go apple-picking a lot when we were kids... and there was always the same guy who climbed the tree (apparently, he had a knack for it)... and sometimes, things didn't go quite smoothly... once, there were bricks... and when the first one hit him, he yelled, "Hey, stop throwing!" Then more came, and more... I don't know if they hit him more or not... by the way, they could have hit us, since we were standing below... but everything turned out okay, we ran away quickly, and he was only slightly grazed (I think, on his leg)... I also remember another incident, when there were three of us, and we went to a different place. It was quite open, and the apple tree was in a garden (surrounded by a fence) right in front of the owner's house... this time, he climbed the tree again (maybe because he was the oldest among us, or maybe because he knew how)... and it was kind of his idea... I tried to talk him out of it, because it was too dangerous... but I guess the apples clouded his judgment, and he climbed up... the man came out very quickly, and he had an iron stick in his hand (I think I mentioned this incident in a post about childhood)... the guy started to climb down, but he ended up right under the man's arm (or rather, the stick)... oh, the blows were strong... first on his legs (while he was still in the tree), then a couple of times on the ground (I don't know where... maybe on his arms)... after that, he ran away from him (it's good the man didn't stop him)... all this time, we were standing there watching... when he ran up to us, he was already crying (well, of course, we were little back then, and it hurt)... but it didn't seem too serious, because after a while, we were already laughing... and we went to another place to get apples)). That's it... and this is just one story out of many... there are tons of them... and there were a lot of adventures with this guy, and with others too