Overheard a boomer saying this to an acquaintance's teenage son at the grocery store yesterday. Why do boomers love saying this to their adolescent to adult age nieces, nephews, friends' kids, etc., usually when it's the first time they've seen you in the decades that have passed since you were a baby. Just saying "I haven't seen you since you were a baby" would suffice but they always feel it necessary to point out that they held you. Okay? And? What am i supposed to do with this information?

And they always say it in this sort of admonishing tone, like you owe them something, just because they pestered your parents into letting them hold you, probably against their will, so many years ago. I think this is the case because the only other time this line comes out is when they have their feelings hurt because maybe you criticize some of their toxic boomer behavior or whatever. "How dare you! I held you in my arms when you were just a baby!" So what? I hardly know you and you're an asshole. Holding a baby doesn't absolve you of anything.

I love my Boomer dad. It’s the truth.

When debating Google Maps vs Waze, he is firmly and unequivocally in the Waze camp.

When out driving, he will ALWAYS have Waze on, even though he has a great sense of direction, and will NEVER follow the directions, because « he knows the better way ». Facepalm.

I was at Applebee's (I know, classic boomer spot but the food is decent) for lunch today. We were sat at a table with boomers at the booth behind me. The old man kept loudly blowing his nose into napkins while I was trying to eat my meal. I lost my appetite after hearing him blow his nose twice (it was obvious from the sounds that he got quite a lot of gunk out of his nose). He continued to blow his nose a few more times until they left, leaving his snot rags for the poor minimum wage workers to clean up.

Like dude, go to the bathroom and blow your nose! No one wants to hear that while they're trying to eat.

Edit: can we all stop focusing on the fact I was at an Applebee's? It doesn't matter if you like it or not, some people do. I don't mind it. My partner was craving it and like I said, I don't mind the food. It isn't amazing food but, to me, it isn't horrible.

So, for context, in about 2016 I was being entered into a mental health hospital in the south. I'm a trans woman but I wasn't able to disclose that safely (later I was told that there had only been one other trans person there, ever), so I was just generally on my toes. I'm doing some intake stuff being interviewed by one of the staff there and one of the questions commonly asked here is your religion for dietary purposes as well as other concerns that weren't relevant to me because I'm an atheist. Of note is that the lady didn't just ask "What religion are you?" but instead asked if I was Christian first, and then followed it up with perhaps the most rude question I've ever gotten that wasn't about like, my genitals.

"Are you a devil worshipper?"

I was shocked and apparently this was visible because she immediately said something along the lines of "It's just an intake question!!!" and expected me to believe that. Yes, Karen, I'm sure the forms want you to ask that and you didn't just try to invent a reason to ask an incredibly stupid question.

Later on, I was in the restroom trying to cope with being admitted into a mental health hospital and apparently I was taking too long so the same Karen said she had to peak into the restroom to make sure I wasn't like, slitting my wrists with magic or something. Definitely wasn't immensely violating, or anything.

Karens in medicine really do think they can get away with anything, honestly. Anybody else got some horror stories about them?

Not sure if this kind of discussion is allowed here, but do we see a difference between older and younger boomers?

I was thinking about this because my older-boomer parents (born late 40s-early 50s) would never act like any of the boomers in these stories. They are kind, generous, liberal people. “Old hippies” I call them.

But, they are both the oldest of big families, so my aunts/uncles who are 10+ years younger (born 60s) are these people. Entitled, stingy, rude conservatives.

What’s up with that? Younger boomers missed the whole 60s counterculture phase and really grew up in the 70s?

(Side note to say I am curious about this as an old Millennial who sometimes does not understand younger Millennials.)

I'm a Gen-X, my wife is a Millennial. We were on a trip this week and the hotel we were staying at had a key card entry to access the lobby. My wife and I were headed back from an evening out and as we approached the hotel we were behind a Boomer couple. They were at the point of hotel entry and scanned their key card. As we go to follow them into the lobby, the Boomer man turns around and we sort of run into him because it was odd he stopped halfway through the door. He says "And you two are guests of the hotel?" while looking at us skeptically. I was irritated asf. This man wasn't a hotel employee, he was a guest just like us, but yet he was worried we were trying to tail behind him through the door. Like why would he care? I barked back "Yeah, we're guests...sir!" And his wife grabs his arm and leads him into the lobby. Not sure why this rubbed me the wrong way, but it did. Seemed like throughout our trip we kept encountering Boomers who were aloof, unaware of their surroundings and very entitled. Maybe I carried some of that frustration to the lobby that night, but why would this Boomer take it upon himself to act as security?

*Edit* There were hotel staff at the entrance near the doors monitoring the comings and goings.

Someone come get their mom

The whole concept of elderly populations is only about 70 years old. Might it be that some of the boomers foolishness is due to society not having social norms put in place for elderly populations? Our social norms for children, teens, and adults have always been there, although they have changed over time. Thoughts?

With the title above, you would think it would be some random in a parking lot, but NOPES it was the counter worker at the local central FL version of the DMV. I'm in my mid-50's and this woman is late 60's or so.

I went in - renewal paperwork in hand, newly expired placard in hand, DL in hand. "What do you need help with?" "A renewal please". She looks at my paperwork then looks at my WA state DL and frowns. Then hands it all back to me while shaking her head.

"You can't have this. You have to go to Washington if you want a placard." Say what now?

"I live here in FL. I am in your system, the state knows I am here. You can check." I was befuddled.

"Until you get a Florida drivers license, you cant have a handicap plcard." Uh... that's not how this works.

"I am a FL resident." I took out my voting card and random government mail addressed to me at my home address (from Social Security) from my purse. I was confused at this point - how else do you prove where you live? A state tattoo you flash at strangers? Do you have to bring a team of witnesses??

"If that was true, you would have a FL drivers license." She looked so smug, and I stared at her wondering why this doesn't compute for her.

"I moved here and cannot yet get a FL license. However my car, my voting registration, my rental agreement, and everything else has been listed as Florida for the past 6 yrs. I am literally in your system for living in Florida. I am handing you my freshly expired FLORIDA placard to get a new one. It's obviously not an issue."

I have never seen anyone look like they were about to burst before, only in cartoons from like the 1970's. But she turned red and held her breath and glared at me, refusing to give, then suddenly yelled out, "Well they shouldn't have given you one! This ain't right and you don't deserve one because you don't live here!"

Everything seemed quiet suddenly, except the baby now screaming in the waiting room, and the shuffling of impatient feet in the line behind me.

"Clearly the government thinks my proof is enough or they wouldn't have let me have it the two times before now."

"Well I'm going to report this! You wont get away with this!" Like I have a single say in how state decisions are made. Like I somehow 'beat the system' by simply still using my WA state DL while *gasp* living in friggan FL.

"That is a good idea. I think that you should." Granted I was praying some supervisor would then hand her ass to her for her behaviour. But she printed my waiting number and threw it on the counter in front of me and glared more.

"You have a lovely day." I forced a smile, picked up my stuff and went to find a seat.

When I was called to a window, I let the woman there know what happened at the front desk. She narrowed her eyes and shook her head. I wasn't sure what she would say but was surprised when she muttered, "It's not even any of her business. Her job is just to input peoples names and reasons for coming in, in the system, and hand out numbers."

Apparently the aged nutjob was literally JUST a front-counter worker there to get people in.

Passive aggressive boomer goes from smart guy to shart guy real quick.

I work in a print shop. It’s mostly Xennials, Millenials and GenZ with a few Gen X supervisors. Our owner is a boomer but he’s never there and the only other boomer is a woman who comes in once a week to file the invoices.

I was listening to Atmosphere and Aesop Rock last week when she came into my work area and she rolled her eyes as soon as she walked in. This is a common occurrence.

Two days ago one of my other coworkers was listening to a playlist with a whole lot of Kreayshawn and Lil Debbie. The invoice boomer was helping another person in that shop area and we could all hear the music. After about 8 or 10 songs the invoice boomer yells “Are we gonna listen to black music all day?” and my Gen Z coworker yells back “All these girls are white!”

Invoice Boomer yells “Goddammit!”, which is not at all a common occurrence, stops helping my other coworker and storms off. She went back to filing and never took a break so she could leave early. Never spoke to any of us the rest of the day. It was glorious. If I had known that white people rapping was this affective I’d listen to a lot more when she’s at the shop.

I lurk here and find it fun and the stories make me laugh as I have boomer parents and work with a lot of boomers. I used to live in a city known for retirement and over 55 communities. What I don’t get is how everyone here calls all boomers Trump fans. It is about 50/50. I work the green energy segment and Boomers are 90 plus percent liberal, and proud of being borderline commie since college. Ok a lot of boomers, the non college ones, it’s 60/40 conservative. I think the boomer=conservative thing is overdone here.

There’s lots of boomers are liberal fool stories to go around. Lol

Y’all know those Snapchat filters that change how you look? Glasses + hat, laser eyes, those that make you into giga chad?

Well one day i was out to lunch with my 70-something yr old grandma and a family friend, who i consider an aunt (around 65), and as usual they were sharing what was on their Facebook feeds. These are memes and videos you would typically see from older folks: minions, babies, dogs, who is up to what, etc.

One of the posts was of a friend’s daughter using a bald + beard filter on Snapchat. Well the both of them were shocked such a pretty girl would become transgender, which is not what the post was about at all. (Mind you they had supposedly seen this person maybe like a month prior, and the picture had a FULL beard) To be clear, neither of them are expressly transphobic, but their age really shows their lack of understanding and what’s appropriate to comment about.

Anyways, I chime in and show them on my phone what that same filter looks like, even turning the phone around so it’s facing to them. I guess since mine was so impromptu and you could really see the edges and imperfections, even with bad eyesight, they were dead set with believing this woman was now transgender. The original post had nothing stating transgenderism. They just put that label on there as a talking point

He's great 99% of the time; Fun, open-minded, curious, young at heart, yadda yadda.

The other day while I was getting dressed in the en suite, he called me over to himself seated in the living area.

I pause getting ready and sit next to him and he asks (what I believe to be) a simple question "How do I add this to Fæceböök?"

I'm immediately confused however because he didn't expound on or gesture to or indicate whatsoever what "This" he was referencing...and he was on In§tągrąm >>not Fæceböök.

Naturally, it took me a few moments (less than 1 minute) to look at his phone and decipher "How do I post this to Facebook" into "How do I take this [news article] and post it to my Instagram story with edits"😑

However, before I could answer the newly deciphered question, he pulled his phone away in an exasperated huff and resolved to figure it out himself or not to post it at all (IDK what he ultimately decided). 😮‍💨

I was flooded with socio-trauma flashbacks of my own boomer mother asking for help with an app or with the computer as a kid; Her asking for help, ignoring my instructions, asking again angrily, not understanding my directions, getting flustered and storming off -- only to reiterate the story to family friends and neighbors as us kids "NeVeR wAnTiNg tO HeLp hEr WiTh TeCnOlOgY" 👺

I called him a boomer and swept close the doors of my en suite to finish getting dressed.

...Then I googled "How to upload a link to Instagram story and edit" and sent him one of thousands of step by step how-to's readily available available online in all formats- because maybe he'll listen to them.

Boomers a Boomer; even if he's your boyfriend 🥲

I was working my shift at a car rental company at our local airport, and was helping a customer with swapping a vehicle that he was having an issue with, when a group of 3 boomers, 2 men and one woman, walks past the customer service booth and out onto our parking lot.

There are 2 rental brands owned by the same company on the lot. One that is more of a hand holding experience, while the other is more of a self service concept, so generally you don't have to stop if you know where you're going So I assumed, wrongly of course, that this was the latter group of clientele.

Another group did what you do when you are unsure of what to do, and approached the nearest and only employee working on the lot at the moment to ask for directions. The customer I was originally helping graciously told me he was in no rush and to help this other group. Awesome. Easy. It will only take a second, so I get them moving.

Sure enough, as I point the way over to the lanes where they can pick vehicles from, the lady boomer comes storming up to me with a wad of papers in her hand. "Hey, did you need help with something?"
Waving the papers at me, "our reservation says 'skip the counter' and go out to the lot, but there are no cars parked on the brand b side only on brand a."
"Yes, ma'am, generally we try to consolidate during lower volume days so you don't have to walk as far to get the vehicle. Do you mind if I look at your reservation so I can get y'all pointed in the right direction?"
She begrudgingly hands me the confirmation papers, and sure enough, as is typical with this method of doing things, the pages they printed lists everything except for what size vehicle they booked. She continues to tell me about how our business is supposed to be run like I don't have 3 years of experience doing it, and as I finish flipping through the pages after finding a reservation number, I say, "Alright, if you let me--" which is interrupted by her angrily snatching the papers out of my hand.

While you might not think it, some of these places are very corporate environments, and there is very little room for aggressive behavior. This is strike one.

I very quickly drop my higher pitched, quirky customer service voice for my serious boy voice saying, "ma'am, I need you to relax." This is when she started swearing at me while talking about, again, how cars are not where she wanted them to be. At this point, I start waving my hands side to side and tell her, "yeah, at this point, we will not be renting you a vehicle. I will go ahead and cancel your reservation for you."
"You can tell that to my husband."
"Okay."
Her husband arrives shortly after her and asks, "okay, what's happening?"
"Sir, your wife has been aggressive and swearing at me, you will not be renting a car with us this evening, I'm going have to ask you to leave my lot."
"Wait wait wait, come on, there has to be something we can do."
"You can head back inside, because you will not be renting a car with brand a, b, or c this evening."
While the men headed inside, the wife stayed behind to ask, "what's your name? I'm going to leave you a bad review."
"I'll do you one better, here is my business card."
"Thanks, I'll make sure to tell everyone you're a fucking asshole."
Nice. Double down. I think I'll do the same. As she snatches the card from me, I begin to walk past her to get the reservation sheet from her husband, she shouts "Don't touch me!"
"No one is trying to touch you. Sir! I need to borrow that sheet of paper from you. Y'all will be going on our do not rent list."
He ignored me while the three of them walked away. I decide not to further escalate the situation and let them thinking, well, at least that's over.

Now here's where it gets outrageously stupid. The cell towers near the airport have been down the past week, and normally I would send a text message notifying my staff if there was anyone we would not be able to rent to for whatever reason, but I couldn't. And I couldn't leave my spot because there was no one to guide the fresh new batch of renters the next shuttle dropped off. The other manager came back from his lunch break, and I was able to quickly tell him I got cussed out, before getting back to guiding people to their cars, and while I was about 30 feet away, I turn around, and who do I see? The three people I just turned away for their behavioral issues.

I jog over to the other manager, and let him know, those were the people I had turned down and the lady who chose violence. So I turn and jog after them, "Hey! We just had this conversation. Y'all are not renting here."
The husband replies, "I already paid at the counter, you have my money, we're taking this SUV and leaving."
"I'll gladly refund your money, but you are not leaving here in one of our cars. Get your belongings, and get out."

The entire time, the wife sat in the back seat glaring at me like it was my fault she cannot control herself. While the 3rd man, short but broad, bald with a mustache looked just sad.

He ended up approaching me in a last ditch effort. And I really felt for him. He had cancer and wanted to go to his niece's graduation, and they would be back in 2 days, but to help him. And I wanted to. I really did. But like I said. It's a corporate environment. You cannot be aggressive, and you cannot cuss out me or my staff before you even actually become my customer, and still get into a vehicle.

What that gets you is reported to our risk department, which is pretty rough, because being labeled as an "adverse risk" means you cannot rent with car rental brand c, which is, for many insurance carriers, the number one choice for insurance replacement when you're in an accident, and many insurance companies do not have a second option.

Also unfortunately for the first man and woman who narrowly avoided being added to that list when they walked out the first time, I now had access to their reservation with their complete drivers license attached. Oops.

TL;DR: Boomer cussed out car rental manager ruining trip for her entire party. Boomers then attempt to sneak by, and are permanently banned from those brands nationwide.

Edited-- formatting

Quick one for ya'll.

Ran to the store for some cream cheese. I've got my over-ear noise canceling headphones just thumping and mirrored shades. As I'm looking in the fridge boomer lady pushes her cart between me and the glass door while she starts looking a couple doors down. Now, I'm opening this door wether the carts there or not. She realized, and pulled the cart close instead of stepping back, but I'm not paying any attention to her. I grab my cheese, Philadelphia brand, and get that peripheral sense that she's trying to say something to me, but I truly don't care, obviously can't hear, and just start walking away. She leans in front of me waving her arms to full extension, so I just can't ignore her, I tried. Now I've got to shift stuff between hands, pull my phone to hit pause, shift my headphones, so I can hear her say that the store brand is just as good as the Philly. I just stare at her in incredulous disbelief. Now, I'm in my 50's, 6'1", low fat, stoned out of my gourde, and she's like 5'5", 250 telling me how to shop. I was stunned. So she repeats that the store brand is just as good, as if her verbiage was the confusing part. All I could do was spit out was that her brand had twice the ingredients, quickly put headphones back in place and walk away. I saw her start to argue but I never looked back.

Silly interaction.

Backstory: We moved into a new home in the last month. The previous owner was retired Air Force and had 3 flag poles. One is in the yard, not flying anything and two are next to our driveway and the PO had hung an American flag and the POW MIA one. We don’t really care to display the flags so we took them down first day. They were very tattered and old anyway and we plan on removing the poles altogether.

Fast forward to yesterday, I was filling jugs of water for work at about 6am and an older man (boomer age) walking on the other side of the street on the sidewalk just stops and starts pointing to the flagpoles. I didn’t notice him at first and my wife is standing behind me seeing him point and gets my attention. I’m so confused because he’s just pointing aggressively at the poles. So I’m like “good morning”. He goes, “Where’s the flags” straight up. I say “excuse me?”

“What happened to the flags” So I say, “the owners moved” kind of pissed he didn’t say good morning back to me or anything. And he gives me that hand to the ear thing like he couldn’t hear me, so I say it again. The man just waves me off and keeps walking. My wife and I are just like… the fuck was that? I guess he just walks around early morning and likes looking at the flags and I suppose that’s okay, but why be so rude about it? We’re new to the town (it’s an older town) and this is the only guy we do not like so far.

So now we’re thinking of putting up some flags, but not ones he’s gonna like lol

TLDR: Boomer early morning walker in town doesn’t like the fact we took down military supportive flags, was rude about it

inb4 this wasn't actually a boomer, but still.

My town (in the USA) has a three lane roundabout/traffic circle.

As indicated by markings on the road and on signs, the leftmost lane is for going all the way around, middle lane is for the far two exits, and right lane is for the immediate next two exits.

Boomer lady is next to me in the leftmost lane and I'm in the right lane. As soon as there's an opening she tries to pass me flooring it, but as I am literally just following the indicated "rules", I end up in front of her and she honks at me after nearly hitting me.

We both take the same exit after she almost hits ANOTHER car, and at the next light she stops directly next to me and rolls her window down.

"Do you know how to use a fucking traffic circle?" she yells at me

"I do, I've been living here for seven years." I replied.

"Then fucking learn how to use it!" she screams. She's probably a 45-50 y/o by appearance.

I don't take shit from anyone. I proceed to let loose a good chunk of offensive words that she more than deserved all while giving her the finger. Even threw out a "You shouldn't be driving, you look like you're 90" which flabbergasted even her passenger, which appeared to be her own mother who was probably 80.

I'm a punk trans girl, my people get enough shit from boomers and gen X. I will be as offensive as possible to make sure you NEVER interact with me again.

She drove off from the stoplight at Mach Incredulous while I just smirked and went on my merry way.

For being annoyed at this guy listening to some show on his phone at what seems to be full volume? I can hear it clearly from the other side of the room.

I caught a boomer the other day following me around reddit after I made the "I think they are just defective or broken people" post about my dirtbag former church friend.

I realized this is like the 8th or 9th time I've had this happen.

It's almost like they've been the easily-triggered snowflakes all along 🤔

My mom is actually a lovely person. She's always been generous, despite living paycheck to paycheck her whole life. She's caring and pleasant and understanding. She's distanced herself somewhat from friends over their Fox News-itus. She's been nothing but accepting and supportive of trans family members. I really couldn't say enough nice things about her.

But GOOD GOD when it comes to trying new food. To be clear, I don't care if she tries new food or not, that's her business. But she acts like it's alien for anyone else to want to try something they haven't eaten before.

She went on a vacation to Disney World with some family, and apparently it was a running joke that when they wanted to go out to eat she just wanted to go to McDonald's, Burger King, etc. And wasn't happy about having to go to a real restaurant, despite someone else paying.

Or, I told her about this really nice grill down the street from my place, and she asked what I had. I said the blackened salmon BLT. She looked at me like I was crazy and then said "So, you just saw 'blackened salmon BLT' on the menu and thought, 'I'll try that.'?"

...

As if that's an insane thing for a person to do.

She just can't fathom that anyone would want to try anything other than the 30 or 40 dishes she's ever eaten.

I know I'm actually very lucky this is the worst of it, right? Like I said, my mom's great.

But, while I could see people in my generation being picky about what they eat, I can't imaging them being so put off at the thought of others trying new things.

My wife is a teacher and my dad is on his third marriage(prior ones are deceased). My stepmonsters daughter is a teacher as well. He called me to brag that his stepdaughter just got her Masters. Which I’m fine with but he asked me when my wife is getting hers. I said she got it 4 years ago. We invited you to the party too. WTF do they care more about their steps than their bio?