I love the Jimmy John's commercial with the old man in the retirement home. He calls the sandwich shop for delivery and, before he's hung the phone up, the sandwich arrives. After all, aside from their sandwiches, the chain trades on its zippy service. The old guy, without missing a beat, yells - in his best I'm-nearly-deaf voice - "what took ya so long?". Classic grouchy old person. So it is with some regret that I feel my own version of this coming on. And though I'm not grouchy necessarily, my critical quotient is on the rise. Could grouchy be around the corner? For example, when I watch TV I often disagree - aloud - with what's being said. Could be a wet-behind-the-ears newscaster. It drives me crazy when they can't pronounce things they should know - like Aleppo. Seriously? How do you not know that? Or the outrageous use of the word "literally." Or an ad teetering on the brink of a false promise. I could go on and on. I remind myself of the aforementioned old coot or of those two grouchy old codgers from Jim Henson's Muppets. You know the ones - they would sit in the balcony and heckle and critique everything. The only thing I lack is the cracking up that follows heckling. Just laughing at themselves. Maybe I should adopt that.
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