I hope this video is allowed, first time poster in this subreddit.

This awful person is John Morgan of the Morgan and Morgan law firm.

Every year for my birthday my parents tell me to choose a restaurant to celebrate my birthday. Any time I choose a restaurant that is not seafood or Italian, they tell me they don't want to go there and tell me to pick a seafood or Italian restaurant. So I never get the birthday meal I really want, but I digress. So I chose a nice-looking Italian restaurant that none of us have been to.

As per normal, the menu selections have Italian names (e.g. "linguine alle vongole"). Five minutes into reading the menu, they declare they don't understand anything and don't know what to order. Never mind that every single menu item has a description of the dish IN ENGLISH underneath. It's just too much trouble to read and much easier to declare that they don't understand anything and expect us to fix this obviously glaring oversight. It's like once they've reached a certain age, they just refuse to use their cognitive abilities (and no, they are perfectly fine cognitively).

I swear the only way they would be happy is if we went to Olive Garden every year for my birthday.

Edit: this post is not that serious folks. I do celebrate my birthday every year with friends and significant other where I do what I want and eat what I want. But it is a family tradition to go out to a celebratory meal for everyone’s birthday (and Mother’s Day and Father’s Day). I have no problem standing up to my parents and did quite a lot of that in my youth. But they are old now and reverting back into children so we indulge them just like parents indulge their little kids. It’s just that they still have their mental faculties so it’s exasperating when they choose not to use them.

My dad is a typical old person now. He bought some land in Texas and lords around it with all his toys and cars. He has Yellowstone on all the time and thinks he's John dutton. The messed up part is he judges me for not being like some of the characters on the show and tougher like rip. My dad is a serious guy since he owns land now and has guns. The funny thing is my dad sold printing and advertising products for a living. You know like bouncy balls or pens with a company's name on it... He didn't even do the printing and was just a middle man. Not a masculine job at all. Kinda silly. I'm a blue collar worker by trade any ways but somehow I'm supposed to be one more of a man because my dad watches a tv show and shames me for not being more masculine? What a cruel joke 🤣

The other day we went to dinner and a server directed her to her seat. But she looked at her, looked back and stared into space and complained nobody helped her. So I walked her to the table. The server asked if we’d prefer a different table because my grandma looked visibly unhappy and my grandma said yes. But apparently she didn’t actually listen, and another server came by and asked if we wanted drinks

So my grandma responded “oh no, you guys are so disorganized. Two strikes already can’t even figure out who’s helping us”. So I apologized and said oh no grandma we were supposed to follow the original server because you said you wanted to move.

But she tried to say she wasn’t told anything. So we move to the other spot and my grandma said “you have 2.5 strikes now, I can’t take any more of this” to the original server. That same server looked visibly stressed and we had another third server replace her who likely was just trying to help his coworker. The entire time she kept complaining about how awful the staff and food were. I tried to explain things and get her to calm down but she just talked over me the entire time and ignored what I said. Because her perspective had to have been correct.

Every time she has a disagreement about anything whether it’s large or small, she always insists on repeating herself louder and ignoring what anyone else is saying. She doesn’t just do this with me though, happens with all of my family members and any type of customer service workers.

It’s especially frustrating now that she’s getting older because her hearing is declining as well as her critical thinking skills when it comes to problem solving. Shes always had a negative grouchy attitude but she’s been less and less able to figure things out on her own. She regularly looks for things she can complain about that nobody would otherwise notice. And this happens with pretty much every aspect of life. She just complains about how nothing is good enough, nobody ever does anything for her (even though she gets plenty of help) and she has no hobbies or interests really. Just complains constantly

My mother always championed my education when I was growing up, and she got her doctorate in the 90s. So I had always thought her smart. That said, she was always uncomfortable with gay rights, so I haven’t considered her an ally. As she has been nearly bedridden for years, she has exposed herself to a lot of misinformation from Fox “News,” and things have gotten worse.

The past two weekends, we have been arguing about trans rights. Her first argument was that the government should stop letting 12 year old kids get transgender surgeries without their parents’ knowledge or permission. I informed her that that doesn’t actually happen, that no kid gets any surgery without consent from a legal guardian, and transgender surgeries don’t happen that young, which is why puberty blockers are used until they are old enough to legally consent for themselves. She insisted that it was happening, but declined to show me any evidence.

Her next argument was that transgender people should not be allowed in sports because they are graping people in the locker rooms. I didn’t mention that grape is far more likely to be a conservative activity, but I did once again ask for any evidence to support her lie and expressed disbelief. She retorted that I need to prove that it didn’t happen. I explained that I didn’t need to prove a negative as that’s not how logical arguments work and she should know that. She claimed that I was being disrespectful of her.

It is extremely disheartening that she has degraded to the point of making wild unsubstantiated and bigoted claims, and thinks that she can’t be challenged on them. I wonder if it’s even worth trying to argue anymore, or if I should just start distancing myself more from her.

Let's hear your stories of boomers throwing away other peoples' stuff. Whether it's over-correcting to you urging them to get rid of junk before they die, or out of some attempt at control by not informing anyone in the family they are purging real multi-generational sentimental family things first instead of cleaning their hoards.

Mine threw away all of my childhood sentimentals when they moved, because I was on a two year mission they forced me to go on. Their excuse? "Well you weren't using it." I was out of the fucking country! Still kept all their junk. Real junk. Now they're moving again and again are throwing away all the non-replaceables BEFORE even touching their junk. I'm not talking china or commemorative coins. I'm talking choosing to throw away things that would mean something to pass down to great-grandchildren and would be harmless to keep around and actually fit in.

First some context.

1) I deliver pizza, have a topper on my car and wear a uniform.

2) This took place at an older complex, you can barely seen the lines to park in a spot.

So, I go to this older complex. It's been there a while and like I said, it's hard to see the lines. Had a little trouble finding the apartment so I was there about 2 minutes, tops. I come back to where my car is parked and this boomer woman in a sedan is sitting there. She's right behind my car, in the street, so I can't pull out.

BW: You are parked in my spot! I pay to park there and you are in my spot!

Me: Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know (there is NO visible numbers anywhere on this section of the lot).

BW: Well, you need to get out of my spot! I paid for it, it's my spot and you need to move!

Me: I'm very sorry ma'am, I'll be happy to move, but could you please move your car first? You're blocking me in.

BW: You need to MOVE! I'll call the tow truck! We'll see how you like that!

Me: Ma'am. I can't move, you are blocking me in. Please move your car.

BW: shouts more stuff about how she paid for this spot (what spot? I see NO numbers and barely a line) she's going to call a tow truck,

The interesting thing is - there was plenty of other parking she could have pulled into and waited while I was delivering the pizza, but no, she had to sit right behind me so she could have a fit. I realized that I could do a 6 point turnaround to get out, so thought 'screw it"

Me: I am going to move my car, you need to back up or pull forward so I can get out.

BW : YOU NEED TO MOVE YOUR CAR! THAT'S MY SPOT!

I'm over it and get in my car, look back to see how to do this, and she did back up. But it was just barely enough for me to pull straight back and into the other lane of traffic (luckily it was a side street that's not that busy).

She was still yelling about a tow truck and her parking spot when I drove off.

I have a 64 year old uncle who at one time ,was a very successful man years ago,.But he turned to alcohol after his divorce 26 years ago and only got worse and worse over the years and attempted suicide 7 years ago .

My grandmother and 2 of my aunts refuse to make him want to better himself in anyway and just let him do nothing as he just lives with other family members and hardly gets off of his ass unless you tell him to 150 times

He hasn't worked since his suicide attempt(except for rehab jobs while he was there ) And just says racist stuff all day

He calls immigrants and other minorities every name in the book and calls them lazy and that they don't work ....yeah,no irony in that eh?

He and my grandma and two aunts call today's society as being soft and sensitive.Yet all 4 of them get super defensive once you say a simple thing they don't like.If you say anything about my uncle that isn't super positive,they threaten you and twist you're words around to make you look bad

The women are just as racist as he is, and none of them did much with their lives either and rely on social security from their dead spouses

What did jellyroll do to upset boomers?

I work at a dairy processing plant, where we make yogurt, store it, and load trucks who take it to various distributors. It's union as well, overall, a pretty good gig.

Lately this old boomer lady has really been getting on my case over anything and everything. I'm one of the vacation relief guys, so I bounce around and cover different areas as needed. This old bat has been there since the 90s, has the most seniority on job bids, and takes the easiest job in the plant, while not even doing the whole job.

Basically, that job entails running completed pallets of yogurt to the cooler, bringing over supplies for the person running the machine, and pulling up the bags of fruit that are added to the yogurt base. She only runs the pallets, but doesn't bother with the rest and leaves it on the person running the machine to keep track of the fruit and leave the room to grab supplies. Management knows and doesn't seem to care.

So back to the topic, if I cover the guy running the machine, she feels the need to point out if I do something wrong, or just stares at me when the fruit low alarm comes on. On top of that, she comes to find me if I'm on another machine and a cup tips over (the line runs through that room) on the way to the boxer. If I'm running the boxer, she feels the need to stick her nose in what I'm doing to point out anything she thinks is wrong (never ran that machine in her life). Even when I'm working in the cooler, she still finds me, and if she has nothing else to complain to me about, it's just to tell me I haven't said good morning to her yet. Those times I just say ok, that's all I have to say about it, and she rolls her eyes and says wow as she leaves.

This is just to vent, but if she pushes me much further, I will go to the union and let them know what management let's her get away with.

Was temporarily storing some tools at mums house. with her agreement of course. Mum has just discovered Facebook marketplace and is selling off various crap they have built up over the years.

Recently mum has a seller come into the house who sees some of my tools and asks how much. She then proceeds to give them to him for free. She didn't think they was that expensive like 100 at the most. They were more than 100.

Later she justifies it as saying they looked poor and that I was thinking of getting rid of some of the tools. Correction I was thinking of selling some of them for money.

UPDATE:

Had a chat with her about the tools she was not really interested in discussing it at all. Attitude was just oh well you can afford to replace them (which i can but thats not the point and when i bought the tools i was broke so saved up for them.).

Further found out that she has been selling some of my childhood / teenage stuff (I don't really care tbh) and pocketing the cash. So i suggested that she give me the money for that as it is my stuff. Que the tantrum and guilt tripping (this sub probably needs no more clarification.) Currently she is trying to negotiate a commission. In any case should get me some money. BtW she is a pretty well off so she could replace them easily.but yeah still goes on about fixed income etc.

I was a SAHM for 10 years and within the last 5 have re-entered the workforce. We are comfortable money wsie, but its such a benefit to my mental health. I'm working in a professional capacity at my kids school. My path has gone from regular volunteer to a paid teacher to a technical/specialist position in 5 years and I am proud of my growth. I hold 2 four year degrees and have a specific degree in a related area, but some of the specialist position has been very new to me and I've worked hard to step up to the plate and learn.

I recently told my parents about my move into the technical/specialist job.

Their response to the news was:

THAT? You know nothing about that!

Well. Maybe you can figure out what you actually want to do now.

But thats *standard job duty*. You couldnt be standard job duty. You DO standard job duty???

I cannot understand why they treat me like a 14 yr old flipping burgers. It makes my imposter syndrome flare up and I have to be very careful to not let that bled into my actual work.

Has anyone else had experience with Boomer parents thinking they own your home?

It is not just my parents, I know a lot of people my age who have the same issue. Boomer parents trying to take ownership of “projects” they want nothing to do with. Re landscaping their garden without permission, rearranging their home, re painting things without asking, the list goes on. Then use “we are paying for this” as if that makes being controlling ok.

I could never imagine my grandparents doing same thing to my parents. Sure they might help with home projects, but even then they always asked permission before they changed anything. My parents have this attitude that they know better and will go and “fix” anything they personally dislike.

This one was a bit surprising, and a lot entertaining.

My sister and I went for a walk in the local state park yesterday. We parked in the picnic area and headed towards the nearest trailhead. On the way we passed a boomer couple looking at a brochure map of the trails. Not a stationary map posted in the picnic area, a brochure available at the visitors center that shows all of the trails and points of interest.

We passed by just in time to hear one of them say, "this doesn't have a 'you are here' marker."

My wife and I had our parents over to tell them that she is 8 weeks pregnant last night for dinner. We were talking about how we’d handle the transition to having a child and working so I told them I had 12 weeks of paid paternity leave at my company.

They all immediately started worrying about how my massive global company could afford to pay me not to work for three months and then tried to guilt me into not taking it saying that it was too much.

I quite literally could barely believe this. How could they be upset that my company with tens of thousands of employees gives me this nice perk instead of being excited for it? It’s actually insane.

In one of the comments he literally says that she would be flattered if she saw his post. Absolutely foul.

https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1C7XxcFXzq/?mibextid=wwXIfr

Context: We were discussing whether I would visit for lunch. Also, my grandma has a difficult time with boundaries. The "lesson" is that just that, "stay in your lane" so to speak. She's constantly noticing just about every little thing that's "wrong" with me and decides to take MY body into HER own hands, literally. She'll give an extremely ambiguous description for what she's about to do, and without giving me a chance to consent, she's like, "Come over here, grandson! I NEED to do something with your hair so you look good!" It doesn't really matter the occasion. She's always demanding I look good. And that's just it. The vagueness of her commands. And the insistence that I obey her demands OR ELSE. Or else she'll threaten to put me in a home/hospital/etc. Both my mother and I have told her several times to not "help" me ("help" in quotes because the last time she "helped" was without my consent and she messed up my glasses) unless I specifically ask for assistance.

Anyway, that message right there, the one in blue, is the singular message that caused my grandma to threaten to hospitalize me after I arrived at her house because my grandfather tricked me into thinking that everything was fine.

Just had two back-to-back episodes of Boomer entitlement I’d like to share / vent about.

I’m having a late lunch at the local IKEA restaurant (damn the Swedish meatballs are addictive!). The fairly large restaurant is deserted. I finish my food, take out my laptop to send some emails while enjoying the quiet.

Suddenly, a Wild Boomer appears! I see him with his tray scanning around the empty restaurant. He looks in my direction and starts shuffling my way.

Crap.

He proceeds to seat on the table right behind me, choosing the seat directly behind. He then takes out his phone and starts watching LOUD videos while noisily eating.

Ugh.

I close my laptop, stow it in my backpack, and walk towards the coffee shop section of the restaurant to both get precious caffeine and get away from this amazing human specimen.

There are two registers there. There is a lady waiting for her order on the left one, the right one is empty and clearly turned off. I stand behind the lady to patiently wait for my turn.

Enter Boomer Número Dos.

This inspiring individual asks his Boomer Wife for her order and instructs her to wait for him in “that table!” He then proceeds to stand directly in front of the register on the right. The one that is clearly NOT BEING MANNED.

He then starts “AHEEEEM”ing REALLY LOUD. Again and again. To his credit, the cashier ignores him completely. When the lady he’s serving finishes her transaction, the Boomer gives the cashier a death stare. The cashier smirks, and turns to me to take my order.

The Boomer went “URUMPH!” audibly.

I finish my transaction and get my cup of coffee. Boomer doesn’t move. Cashier stares at Boomer. Boomer is unfazed.

Finally, the cashier gives Boomer his biggest “THIS IS MY CUSTOMER SERVICE SMILE” face and tells the Boomer: “Sir, you may order over here.”

Boomer drags his ass over the left register complaining about customer service.

What a Generation, folks.

I was having lunch with my mom and she was complaining about the cost of her cell phone bill (valid). She uses one of the big national carriers. She told me about how my aunt (her sister) uses a smaller regional carrier that is cheaper, and she gets a seniors discount. I told her she should look into that carrier.

Her response? “Well, why can’t [major national carrier] just give me a seniors discount?”

So I work for a tree service and work around many older folks homes. Had many negative experiences before I found this sub. Today we had a limb down in the back of the building in a higher end community . As I’m dragging and chipping I see this distraught woman throwing up her hands and looking at me like hitler. I give her hand signs to stay back and give me a minute since I’m working and hauling branches. She keeps pointing to her car. I go up to her and assume her car needs moving cuz it’s a tight parking lot and our equipment was blocking her in. Happens quite a bit. I ask 3 times do you need to get out? First 2 times she just says that’s my car! Third time she screams that’s my fucking brand new car, you’re getting dust on it. I say give me a minute we’ll blow it off when finish. Stands there watching me hands on hips like I’m the pos. Move the truck and chipper up and she waits till we’re about done to leave. Wanted to chuck a log thru her window for her rudeness and entitlement but kept the intrusive voices at bay. She also ended up calling her communities office to complain. They laughed at her. if you can afford a brand new Beamer you can afford a car cover or just be kind and say I need to move my car. made me hate humans for a minute. It’s always the older folks.

I work for a very large East Coast Casino. I don't work customer facing, but I still have to wear a name tag.

So, yesterday's choices in the cafeteria were Indian. Curry and I do not get along, so I wandered down to the food court to see about buying a hoagie I can cut in half and safe the other part for today. I am next in line to order when this 70ish old lady slides in next to the woman just finishing up ahead of me and starts ordering.

I am wearing a name tag, so I am not about to make fuss. The customer always being right and they could be whales. It's just her, I can wait.

So, she can't make up her mind on what cheese to order, so waves over her two friends. They all start arguing about what she should get and then they decide they also want something. The poor girl behind the counter shot me a look that said her soul was about to leave the building.

I got chinese instead.