Hell, I'm a young man by many standards, but I find myself identifying with the "Get off my lawn." crowd much more than the "OMG LIKE I TOTALLY THINK..WAIT OMG WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT?" crowd. I actually had someone deliver that line in all sincerity once. She seemed even more befuddled when I laughed and walked away. That poor girl made it all the way to college.

The lack of common respect displayed by much of today's youth is appalling. For instance, I was walking up to a restaurant door and noticed two young (early 20's) ladies walking to the same door behind me so I opened the door for them. They didn't bother to say "Thank you" as they passed. I was a bit put off by that, but what happened next made me wish I was their daddy so I could turn them over my knee. They paused inside the door as I walked past them to get to the hostess. They then proceeded to run into me as they rushed past me to beat me to the hostess. Not so much as an excuse me. Don't even get me started about movie theaters. I almost felt bad when the kid with the laser pointer looked like he was about to cry after in instructed him to put it away for the second time. Other people clapped so I guess it was a mixed bag. The "take one" policy of unguarded candy on doorsteps during Halloween is completely ignored. My own daughter took 4 pieces from one dish and I made her put 5 back after she confessed to knowing she was only supposed to take one piece. While I was explaining it to her other kids grabbed handfuls and ran. It's hard for her to understand how it all works, but it is a perfect foil for another lesson. I will likely be insufferable when I actually reach curmudgeon age. }:-/

Dang it. Who gave me a soapbox? Weren't we talking about poor punctuation and spelling in posts? That drives me nuts too, but I have just about given up that fight. There is a fellow on another forum that is so bad that I don't even read his posts anymore. I can't make heads or tails of what he is saying. I've made sincere effort but it's still Greek to me. It's like that ding dang ole boy on that show about them ole Texas boys with the dang ole beer drinking by the road and Peggy, you know they one.

Hey Doc. No calculators in class. That ruined me in junior high. I was already weak in math and that crutch kept me that way for a long time.