Grandma is a Viper

     Yesterday, when I was standing behind this old crone at the cash register at Whole Foods, I realized that though I may become just like her someday, I really don't like old people.  The crone looked, like many of them do, really nice from the outside.  But her sweet grandma exterior belied the viper within.  While there was a long line of us behind her waiting to buy stuff needed for the Thanksgiving holiday, she was checking out the price of each item as it was rung up, to make certain that she was not being overcharged.  Her demeanor suggested her suspicion of the cashier as having a personal vendetta against her.  When the cash register receipt was produced, she attempted to double check the addition - as if there has ever in the history of computerized cash registers been an addition error - before she deigned to swipe her credit card to pay. 
     I wanted to strangle sweet, little grandma and judging from the faces of others on the line, I don't think I was alone in my venal, murderous thoughts.
     Of course, I could have totally misjudged this incident.  I am, after all, going through menopause and am a little cranky.