Pulled up to the gas pump today, windows rolled down, listening to a favorite song that came on the classic rock station that I rarely get to hear. It wasn't bleeding ears loud by any means, and I usually leave the truck running. So I left the window down to listen while I was gassing up. No one around until an old guy pulled up to the opposite side. . . After he got out and started pumping, he starts up:
Old man: Kinda loud, isn't it? (with a scowl)
Me: What? (hehe)
Old man: The music?
Me: Eh, I like this song.
Old Man: Well you should turn it down, or off.
At this point I was about finished and was ignoring him while checking the tires. Well, above my blaring radio :rollseyes:, I could still hear him complaining to somebody in the car and shaking his head lookin at me the whole time, so I finally said,
Me: What's the matter?
Old Man: You should turn your radio off.
Me: Well noone asked me politely to.
Old Man: You can't take a hint?
Me: No, but I do accept polite gestures in the forms of direct questions.
Old Man: Uh huh.
Me: It must be a generational thing. Hold on, I think I've got some Lawrence Welk in the back if you'd prefer.
Now I will admit, I was a bit of a smart-alec. But given his posture and demeanor, I knew from the start that I wouldn't give in to him.
I definitely know when to show respect, especially to elders, but he was just in a bitter mood.
I just hope that I retain as much youth as I can when I pass 60. 25 years to go.