Why do they have to run there mouths constantly? Was in the Subaru dealer waiting room chilling watching the news on the HD TV today. Couple of other men also doing the same thing. In comes a 50 or so women. Starts by reading a book. Fine. After about 10 minutes she reaches into her woman bag, grabs her cell phone and after dialing asks did you call me? Next 30 minutes was a continuous loud conversation with the requisite hand jesters until a service tech said her car was ready. Thought I was safe until another 50 something women comes in and immediately calls someone on her cell asking how's your weekend? Starts talking really loud with crazy hand jesters. After about 10 minutes all the men including me file out. WTF!

Two middle aged woman do not make a stereotype. They were probably bored and wanted to be anywhere but there. All kinds of people seem to feel free to whip out their cellphones whenever they want to and talk like the other party is deaf. I especially see Hispanic guys doing this. It's incredibly rude, but not much you can do short of confronting them.

It is a ploy to get attention. She was in a room full of men, and this was her way of saying "Here I am".

25 years ago she was the chick with the legs and the great tits, but time has not been kind.

So next time you are in the dealership customer lounge, and the 50ish year old woman reaches for her cell phone, cut her off at the pass and bury your face in her crotch.

Just food for thought.

As I always tell my wife, women seem to go around with horse blinders on:


When in the grocery line, they don't care if there's a line behind them, they will yakkety-yak with the cashier, clearly slowing him/her down. Then, finally when the ringing up is done, they all of a sudden wake up and start rooting around their purse for cash/check/credit card. If cash, they'll start rooting around for pennies. If check, they'll slowly fill out every box of their checkbook, then go to their check register and make that entry, then slowly rip out the check and hand it to the cashier. Meanwhile, yes, yacking the whole time.

When in the buffet line in front of you, you might as well go back to your seat and go back in a few minutes. When they get to a dish, say shrimp, and the serving tool is a large spoon, They will start rooting around, looking at each shrimp, until they find one they like. THen they put that one shrimp on the spoon, and repeat the process, for maybe 30-45 seconds. Same with the next dish: something from the front corner, then, something from the back corner, then, back to the front corner, each time picking up a small piece of whatever the hell that dish is. The whole time, totally oblivious to the line forming behind them.

Women at 4-way stop signs, don't get me started.

Women don't know elevator etiquette. I can be standing at the door, waiting to get out at the next level, and when the door is open, I'm about to step out when I get kind of pushed a bit to the side by some woman who is also exiting. Women always will get on an elevator before anyone on the inside has an opportunity to exit.

Damn, I can go on and on, but my middle-aged wife is yelling at me to come back out to the yard to work.

Bofunk Wrote:
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> As I always tell my wife, women seem to go around
> with horse blinders on:
>
>
> When in the grocery line, they don't care if
> there's a line behind them, they will yakkety-yak
> with the cashier, clearly slowing him/her down.
> Then, finally when the ringing up is done, they
> all of a sudden wake up and start rooting around
> their purse for cash/check/credit card. If cash,
> they'll start rooting around for pennies. If
> check, they'll slowly fill out every box of their
> checkbook, then go to their check register and
> make that entry, then slowly rip out the check and
> hand it to the cashier. Meanwhile, yes, yacking
> the whole time.
>
> When in the buffet line in front of you, you might
> as well go back to your seat and go back in a few
> minutes. When they get to a dish, say shrimp, and
> the serving tool is a large spoon, They will start
> rooting around, looking at each shrimp, until they
> find one they like. THen they put that one shrimp
> on the spoon, and repeat the process, for maybe
> 30-45 seconds. Same with the next dish: something
> from the front corner, then, something from the
> back corner, then, back to the front corner, each
> time picking up a small piece of whatever the hell
> that dish is. The whole time, totally oblivious to
> the line forming behind them.
>
> Women at 4-way stop signs, don't get me started.
>
> Women don't know elevator etiquette. I can be
> standing at the door, waiting to get out at the
> next level, and when the door is open, I'm about
> to step out when I get kind of pushed a bit to the
> side by some woman who is also exiting. Women
> always will get on an elevator before anyone on
> the inside has an opportunity to exit.
>
> Damn, I can go on and on, but my middle-aged wife
> is yelling at me to come back out to the yard to
> work.



So you've met my wife?

telephone telegraph telewoman

The rooster is loud once a day, hens are clucking all day long.

I would say "The first sword of Braavos tires of your natter. Go and feed the goats. After you have done that, clean the house. Then, perhaps you may have time to prattle with the other slatterns. Until then, be silent and do something useful."

Unless the middle-aged woman is a MILF, I don't give a fuck!

Look her square in the face and tell her " Shut your cock holster"

You must be gay.

Ever since Carnival canceled the 3 day cruises to nowhere from Baltimore "aka the Cougar Rides."

Don't get it Wrote:
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> Why do they have to run there mouths constantly?
> Was in the Subaru dealer waiting room chilling
> watching the news on the HD TV today. Couple of
> other men also doing the same thing. In comes a
> 50 or so women. Starts by reading a book. Fine.
> After about 10 minutes she reaches into her woman
> bag, grabs her cell phone and after dialing asks
> did you call me? Next 30 minutes was a continuous
> loud conversation with the requisite hand jesters
> until a service tech said her car was ready.
> Thought I was safe until another 50 something
> women comes in and immediately calls someone on
> her cell asking how's your weekend? Starts talking
> really loud with crazy hand jesters. After about
> 10 minutes all the men including me file out.
> WTF!


I couldn't agree more. I'm glad I'm not the only one who's noticed this shit and feels the same way.

Bitch -- you're old and the skin on your neck is flapping. Going to the tanning beds every other day ain't gonna help.