This Bear’s on Strike !
My daughter stood with her hands on
her hips and said,
“Oh, Mom, you look like a grumpy old
Teddy Bear !”
Well, let me tell you folks,
This Bear’s on Strike !
That’s it, over cadover. I lay down
my tools and I rest my butt !
Want to know why I’m on strike ?
Really want to know ?
I’m sick of it ! I’m sick and tired
of being treated like I
HAVE NO MIND !
Yesterday, in the bank, I was having a
hard time finding
my cheque book. There’s a lot of
things in my handbag,
and it’s rather large, so it took a
while.
A breezy young assistant hopped over
to me.
She looked young enough to be my
grandchild.
Her shoulder-length blonde hair
bobbed and squeaked as she walked.
There was a spring in her step. Her
eyes were clear and fine.
Her skin glowed, and her butt wiggled
like two puppies in a sack.
She laid her hand on my arm, put her
lips to my ear, and said in a VERY LOUD VOICE,
“Are you OK, Grandma ? Anything I can
do to help ?”
I was NOT looking helpless, oh no
siree.
I had walked into that bank in full
stride, in my best orthopedic sandals,
and I was NOT looking helpless.
I like to think I was not looking
DEAF either ? Why did she have to shout ?
Did she see any sign of a hearing aid
? Does everyone over 50 look DEAF ?
How do you look when you’re deaf ?
I’d like to know !
Do you look abnormal ? I never
thought so before,
and I know a few deaf people !
Anyway, I pulled my arm firmly from
her steely grasp, and in my SEXIEST voice
(I tried a Marlene Dietrich)
said “No thank you honey, I’m not
past it yet.”
She replied (once again, in her
LOUDEST voice),
“Oh Grandma, do you have a sore throat ?
Your voice sounds kinda funny”.
People were starting to stare ! This
girl was definitely attracting attention.
I lowered my voice “I’m fine,” I
snarled, “will you go away !”
A junior bank manager walked over. He
had that kind of face you could slap !
“Any problem here ?” His smile was enough
to sicken me to my stomach.
“No problem !” I snapped. “Blondie
here thinks I need help, and I don’t.”
I was getting really heated by this
time, and to make matters worse I
couldn’t find the damn cheque book !
He had his hand and my left arm.
“Oh, dear, a little confused, are we
?” he smirked.
WE ? WE? I looked around. There
wasn’t two of us – it was just ME !
Who the hell was he calling WE ?
Barbie reached for my right arm.
There I stood, in the middle of the Bank,
one on either side of me, both grinning
at me as if I was an imbecile !
I Blew !!!
“Get your hands off me !” I growled
deeply.
“Oh, my, my, is Granny getting angry
?”
That face you could slap was a half
inch away from mine.
I pulled myself away from them both,
and in my most charming voice said,
“If you two don’t leave me alone,
I’ll break your @%&**)$# arms !”
They sprang back as if bitten.
Blondie’s eyes were wide with shock,
and the face you could slap had its mouth hanging open.
“Oh, my, I didn’t think Grandma’s spoke like that !”
I pulled myself up to my full height
!
“Well, Ken & Barbie, welcome to
the real world”.
If you’re a Granny, please take this
Rose from me. It’s my calling card
And you deserve it !
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Thanks !
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