Want to have some great fun? Get on a bus. Claim the seat which is in the most crowded area and sit down. Wait till enough grannies have gathered, then stand up, and step back a few meters.
After that enjoy the fight that breaks out over one single chair, and laugh yourself silly while the grannies viciously list their age, and their many many sicknesses. (Only thing missing is the walking-cane fight.)
Oh, and don't forget to marvel at that they are still alive with that many problems. It's hilarious.

Why I decided to write about that? Well... funny thing is, whenever I stand there waiting for a bus, no matter how long I have been standing there, no matter that I always let the grannies sit instead of me, and that I do stand on the exact spot where the door will open to...
They always, always stand before me, so that I have to jump several steps back if I don't want the rude granny who elbowed me away to be splattered by the incoming bus. Honestly, at least once I wanna stay standing rigidly and see what happens. Too bad it will be my bloody fault and not the hag's.
Anyway. I stand there, and I get elbowed and they shimmy their way in front of me every time, but then I am second to get on. What do they do? They push past me! They run with their cane tailing behind them horizontally in the air, and rudely, rather rudely push me aside if they see one more free place to sit.
Not that I usually sit down. I do it only if the tram or bus is empty, and I'm dead tired. But that's in the evenings around 8 pm, when they do not frequent the busses anymore.
Still, the funniest thing is when two hags get their sights on the same seat. You just look at their eyes. They, of course, start it very polite, but their eyes scream bloody murder. Then they start listing how sick and old they are, trying to beat each other. At the end you just can't fathom how they can still be alive, because they should have died of at lest 3 illnesses now, which they have listed, or a bit more.
Were they 30 years younger, they would be kicking and screaming, tearing at each others clothes and hair. They are utterly disgusting. I don't want to be something like that.

Oh, and just after the operation of my back I was traveling on the tram, back hurting like hell, more so because it was rather humid on the tram and the sweat hurt my wound, and if I bumped my back into anything, or had to hang on tight, muscles pulled, back bumped and all that pain exploded like a huge red and white firework of pain...
Well, I automatically moved to help a granny to pull up her luggage, but stopped short because even bending down just a bit pulled muscles and the wound throbbed... And I was relived to see that the granny anaged it quite nicely on her own.
The tram moved, and the granny sat beside another granny and then she started talking about youngsters who were utterly rude and not helping at all. She - just in front of me - started badmouthing everyone under 30, while she looked at my way, and nastily so. Everyone on the tram who heard looked at me like I started hitting that hag in daylight and had a few kicks too...
So I told her, that if she meant me, and because of the way she looks at me I am pretty sure she did mean me, I would like to add that my back had been cut up a few days ago and I was aching even when I didn't do anything. Not to mention that bending down and pulling heavy stuff might open my wounds.
Then she gulped down a great breath and starting shrieking that I was a liar, a rude youngster, and I had the cheek to tell her that after not helping her carry her stuff.
I smiled and offered her to show her my covered wound (which had a bit of dried blood showing) in the nearest public bathroom, if she wants to call me a liar.
She screamed that I would club her and take her money.
I said, how else might I show her that she has no reason to call me a liar. I am not stripping in the middle of winter and a tramful of people just to show her that she is wrongly accusing me and ranting at me.
She called me a bunch of names after that, so I wished her to experience the same thing, if she is so petty.
There she went, that I was wishing her bad luck and cursed her...
So I asked her, why would she think so, if she is sure, that I have no wound?
She screamed at me a few choice words, so I wished her back, while she screamed, that I was talking back to the elderly.
My last comment was: does it mean I have to take multiple insults just because she feels like it? I am not taking any insult thrown at me, which is not real. If she wishes to be an elderly, so be it, but elderly does not include being rude and screaming at me at the top of her lungs, accusing me of lying and intended harm and theft. I wish the same for her for such a nice behavior.
And then I got off.

You know, I just love bad tempered old ladies who want to make people feel miserable just because. And I will always laugh at those. And maybe send a curse or two in their way.