As an official out of date grumpy old man, I find myself in situations that I just don’t seem to know the right thing to say. In fact, I often say the wrong thing at the wrong time. That’s probably why most people avoid me.
When someone says, "I’m gay." "What do you have to be so happy about?", is not the correct reply.
A woman sternly remarks, "I’m a feminist." Apparently you are not supposed to say, "I’m a male and I could tell by looking that you are a female, but thank you for telling me."
When some perky young server at a restaurant says, "What would you guys like?" Apparently, it is not correct to point out that I am a guy and my financial controller is a female.
A young unmarried woman shoves her baby son at you and asks, "What do you think about my baby?" Again, not knowing quite what to say, I have discovered that, "He’s a cute little bastard," is not the right thing.
Somebody should write a book on what grumpy old men are supposed to say.
PMO
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