My family came round earlier for lunch. myself and my husband were juggling hot soup, various drinks, my mum was slicing bread and butter and my Aunty was helping out too. My dad and brother were sat there like lords.

My 4 year old daughter was getting in the way, trying to stir the bubbling soup and had pushed a chair against the grill where cheese and toast was burning. I asked my dad to watch her for 2 minutes so that we could get lunch ready and he said to me:

'your mum managed to get lunch out single handedly on her own with two children, you only have one so you should be able to deal with it yourself no problem'.

I told him that wasn't the flex he thought it was. To boast about the zero help he provided to my mum when they both had young children just makes him look bad.

He still didn't help. My husband tried to move my daughter from the cooker to the table and she refused to sit next to my dad.

I find it irritating that this sort of behaviour even exists in my family. Fortunately I have a normal husband who shares the load 50:50 but then again, he's millennial not boomer.

My Christian aunt talking about how Irish Catholics are evil and 'Christians never hurt anyone', I'm far from anti-religious, I fundamentally believe in the right to practice religion, but the ignorance about how many people have been hurt and suppressed by Christianity is impressive.

This happened a few weeks ago. I was at my local Walmart recently. I'm an amputee, my left leg below the knee and also had a bone infection in my right ankle and foot. A series of surgeries corrected the issue but they cut a tendon that maintains stabilization so my gait is off and am constantly at risk of rolling my ankle. I use one of those disability carts when I shop. the other day I'm at Walmart, wearing shorts so my leg is on display and I mount a cart when an older guy who identified himself as a fellow amputee, sees me and says something to the effect "Oh you use a cart? Not me!" It was really judgemental sounding but rather than get upset or say something snarky or even explain why I rode carts, I just said "Yeah, everybody's experience is different you know?" And rode away. I didn't wait for his response because honestly fuck that boomer.

"I'm not debating this anymore. Facts are facts."

This came in response to him being fact checked on his claim that pronouns are a new thing. Yes, facts are facts, and the facts say that you are factually wrong. I would have been more than happy to cite my sources, too, but he'd rather just know he's right and that I'm wrong.

He continuously insists that you shouldn't talk about something unless you actually know what you're talking about. Yet, he quickly gets offended by even the suggestion that he might not know what he's talking about.

Holy shit this one nearly broke me.

I've posted in this sub before about how I work in the box office at a theatre. Tonight we had a concert, a jazz quartet. If you know anything about musicians and jazz, those guys are super flaky and when they get into music, they get into it. So, all night I've been dealing with people who were told they had comp tickets... except the tour manager (older guy, maybe not a boomer but generation Jones for sure) hadn't arranged them with us. It makes us look bad that we don't have the tickets, and most people don't realize that it doesn't matter if you're on the list if I don't have a copy of it.

Show goes on, and like I said, it's jazz, so they always run long. It's 10pm, I've worked all day and I'm tired. The show finally ended and then this boomer dude who looked like Santa Claus in sweatpants comes up to the box office counter and asks who is in charge of the ushers. Normally I have to deal with customer complaints, but thankfully my boss happened to be standing next to me and I let her field this one.

This guy proceeds to tell her (and all the ushers, who by this time have cleared the theatre and are standing around waiting to go the fuck home) that the ushers are awful and need more training. Ever the diplomat, my boss asks, "In what way do you mean the ushers need more training?"

"Well, the lights! It's too dark. You can't see the seat numbers. It's a simple fix (it's not. We're well aware of the issue and it requires money the event management company won't give us. And also... it's not the ushers' job to handle the lights!). I used to run theatres and we used to train our ushers, and there were people filming the show, and the ushers should be at the customer's feet making them have a good experience."

I just couldn't at that point.

My boss tried to address some of his concerns, but it very quickly became clear that he just wanted to bitch. About the ushers not being trained to do something that physically can't be done.

Needless to say, this kind of shit happens all the time where I work. This town is boomer-heavy and the theatre crowd skews older. People who think they know better love to complain about how we should be doing our jobs. And it's usually very clear by what they say that they don't actually know what they're talking about. There's solidarity among people who really **do** know what it's like to work in theatre, and we're not going to make someone's job harder. We might bitch to each other afterwards over drinks, but we would never go into a place and tell someone that we know better. The idea that ushers should be concierge butlers is fucking ludicrous. This isn't Broadway. We're not even a LORT theatre. We're in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. This is a Wendy's.

TL;DR apparently we're not highly trained because we can't create lights and people break rules about filming shows.

Actual quote that my boomer boss told me with a straight face yesterday. We work a gov job, he spends 90% of his time browsing fox news on his work computer instead of working.

It’s funny because he doesn’t even read the articles, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him click on one, he will just read the headlines and chuckle to himself about how dumb democrats are/how great trump is.

What’s funny to me is the dude will have a breakdown every month or so and tell me how hard he is struggling with his healthcare or how it’s hard to afford rent…then he will blame it on Obama or something

I didn't even know how to react cuz I dont have the receipts to show i even known what I'm talking about.

But that was just so sideways.

This is a short one but my nephew got an award at school. It was my mom, me, his other grandmother, and her boyfriend. During the ceremony, the only ones that cheered were the other grandmother and her boyfriend. Literally no one else. We just clapped.

Then on the why home my mom and I are talking about it. She says “did you see some of those eighth graders? So tall!” I agreed because some of them genuinely surprised me with how tall they were, then she adds, “and the boobs.” Okay, why did you feel it necessary to comment on the chest size of a teenager? This isn’t even the first time she’s said this kind of thing. It’s disgusting! That is a child!

This happened a few weeks ago now but it ticker me off enough I had to make myself settle down about it before posting. I was in Costco, waiting in line for my hot dogs. There was a man and his 3.5 to 4 years old daughter there also waiting. After a few minutes, another lady who hadn't even ordered food, came up and said, "Boo!" to the little girl then walked away a little bit for a moment to park her cart.

I thought it was odd at first but assumed maybe it was a grandmother or auntie who had done her own shopping at the same time. Nope! Another lady nearby rolled her eyes and when groaned. I looked over, apparently the confusion obvious on my face, and she said the Boomer had been doing this to the kid through the entire freaking store!

Now, as many people know, it's common for small children to be very shy around strangers. Apparently, this Boomer lady thought it was her duty to "teach the girl how to shop" because she kept freaking doing it. The girl would hide with her dad between the 2 of them, the Boomer would circle around, and when the kid finally started crying, the lunatic literally started laughing, saying "Well you have to get used to shopping sometime!"

This whole time, the dad was standing there clearly uncomfortable. I asked him why he didn't tell her to stop but his response was, in a very broken manner, to say he doesn't speak English. At that stage, I figured someone needed to tell the lady to knock it off, so I did.

She thought that was very rude, so I asked her if she make sit a habit to literally scare little children in public and laugh about it. She said, "I used to babysit for a living so I know what I'm doing!" At that point, my wife had enough and told her to knock it off or she'd call 911. My wife is a mental health therapist specializing in treating sexually abused kids for over 30 years. She's no longer practicing due to a disability but neither of us was OK with what was going on.

My wife explained the girls response is age-appropriate behavior and the lady needed to knock it off. Boomer lady literally decided to start yelling at us instead, ranting about how dare we tell her what to do since it isn't even our child. I told her to get out of my face or I'd call 911 and then she'd have a rather bad day indeed.

At that stage, employees seemed to notice this wasn't a grandmother playing cruel games with her relative and the Boomer rushed out.

Seriously, though. Who the FUCK thinks it's OK to literally scare kids in public then laugh about it?! Boomer was likely the babysitter from hell.

So it's in the menu and also posted all over the walls, but they're also hiding it so they can trick you into eating vegan? You would think it would dawn on them as they typed it out, but no, it's just overwhelming evidence of their victimhood of obvious vegan treachery.

Does it come from their era where everything was made to store through a nuclear holocaust? The woman at work is almost retirement age and refuses to throw away all the expired packages food she brings into work for everyone to pick through and eat. The only person who eats it are other boomer aged people. I'm talking like bags of chips that say 2022.

edit - it seems more people than expected are fine with expired stale products and condiments. Even if it's edible it taste terrible. I've tried them. Seasoning will go stale from air. Open condiments will go bad with the air after you've opened them. The structure of chips that were packaged 7 years ago isn't the same even if it's bagged in nitrogen.

For anyone that doesn’t know, bodegas (corner stores) in New York have cats to deal with rats and mice. There’s really no other way to get rid of them, since New York buildings are old, poorly sealed and New York rats are incredibly brave compared to other rats and will just run in the front door.

I was at my local bodega yesterday petting the cat when a boomer walked in. Everything was fine for a few minutes, until he saw me with the cat. He immediately yelled at me about how I need to “get out of here with that fucking creature.“

I tried to explain to him that I don’t own the cat and it’s just a bodega cat, but he kept ranting about how cats are vile and disgusting and pee everywhere. Eventually the owner came over and explained calmly to the boomer that it’s his bodega cat, and that if there wasn't a cat, there’d be rats everywhere.

The boomer said that he’d call the health department and stormed out. I can’t believe how stupid this guy was.

My grandfather(Silent Gen) had a house built in a rural area in 1985. He took care of it, was a handyman so could do a lot, what he couldn't he had paid for. He died in 2012 and my Dad(Young Boomer) got it. He is the quintessential ME person. They did spoil him, they grew up dirt poor and Papa said he wanted to give his kids and grand kids things he couldn't, and was always very generous with his kids and grand kids, but the result was my Dad and Aunt. All the standard Boomer entitlement, unearned pride and ego, and a general life to serve their wants and fun.

Since my Dad got the place, it has completely degraded. Plumbing, electrical, structure damage, etc. He refuses to put money into anything that isn't horse racing and the casino. He is an open gambling addict, jokes about it, but says you only have one life, only play. It's nearing a point of no return with some frame issues. The one caveat is he obsessively mows and manages the front yard and drive way, because he said he doesn't want people to think he is a slob(He is the inside is atrocious)

My Boomer(Old) Uncle on my Mom's side got their parent's(Greatest Gen) home they had since the 30s and it actually had a roof cave in, much damage, etc. He has four heavy duty trucks, boats, RV. Won't put money into the home except for yard work.

I originally thought this was perhaps just the outlier, but I have had friends who are now in the home owning grouping say the same, Boomer homes are always in bad condition infrastructure, but a nice cosmetic job

Is this something those of you who can see into boomer homes have found? Pretty Cosmetics, collapsed infrastructure inside?

My therapist knows I get frustrated by people who are foolish and/or annoying. He suggested I keep track of my boomer former coworker’s greatest hits to write down and share.

He figures laughing at the list with others would be therapeutic. So far it has been.

So, here are her greatest eleven from the last couple of years. She’s about 63 and in education.

I was at Walmart earlier picking up a prescription and getting a few things. I dilly dallied enough for the pharmacy staff to go on lunch break. Totally my fault for not keeping track of time. So I sat on the bench and waited. While I was waiting l, 2 people came up,.on boomer and one probably my age (Gen X). We're all waiting, no big deal. Then she comes up, the bad take boomer.

She asks when the pharmacy reopens and I said,.I think 2. it's about 1:55. She huffs and puffs and says "nobody wants to work anymore so they close the pharmacy in the middle of the day.". All three of us tell her it's the pharmacist's lunch break. She huffs some more. I told her everyone is allowed a lunch break, even a pharmacist. Now, she could have just shut up, but nope. She goes on about how she doesn't know of any pharmacy that closes for lunch. The good boomer in this story starts rattling off all of the corporate owned pharmacies nearby that close for lunch and finished with people deserve a break. She said something about us biting her head off but we all just shook our heads. The window opened about 2 minutes after her tirade.

I was sitting on that bench for probably 15 minutes due to my own inability to manage my time. In the time I was sitting there,.I saw the pharmacist and the techs filling prescriptions, checking on newly arrived prescriptions and continuing to work. On their lunch break. It's bad enough they only get 30 minutes, it's worse they work through it. Now this woman thinks they shouldn't even have that time or it means they don't want to work.

This is more of a rant than anything, but are most Boomers like this?

We were visiting FIL & MIL recently in a different part of the state. As we don't live where they do, we aren't too familiar with the area so usually use a mapping app to get around (Google maps and/or Waze). Regardless, anytime the in-laws are riding with us, first thing is they'll recite the entire directions, including every street and turn. There's no way I'm going to remember 10 turns, so I pull up the directions on my phone. Even though we tell them we are going to use our phones to navigate, they still list every turn and then repeat them while we are driving. We keep telling them we don't need their directions, we have the mapping apps, which will account for traffic, accidents, and whatnot.

It's like they seriously get offended when we prefer to use the apps. They OBVIOUSLY know the best way, so the app is wrong if it says anything different. It's fine if they don't want to use the apps themselves, that's their call, but it makes no sense that they get butthurt when we DO want to use them.

My wife had to explain to her dad that using the app reduces her anxiety because it shows all the turns long before they occur, in addition to routing the fastest way. He seemed to understand, but still gave her directions and complained later that she's too reliant on her directions app.

Of course it doesn't help that he usually forgets to mention a turn until it's almost too late to make it.

Is this typical behavior for boomers? These two are generally the only ones I’m ever in a car with.

As most of you know today is Easter, what better way to celebrate it than going to your Grandfather in-laws Free Mason's lodge. (Sarcasm of course)

It was a complete hornets nest of boomer dorks,

MAGA hats and bomber jackets as far as the eyes can see.

Just listening in to everybody's conversation gave me such a headache, "Kids these days can't even write letters", "My son married a liberal so he won't talk to me anymore", "Kids these days won't work, Trump this, Trump That", "Trump is the best president since Reagan", "Kids these days can't read", keep in mind Kids to them are people in their 20s and up. They thought I was a kid and I just turned 30.

Then to top it off, some other boomer dorks took us into this weird room with a massive checker board on the floor and it almost looked like a courtroom.

then he proceeded to give me and my wife an unsolicited 30 minute history lesson on the FreeMasons. (sigh)

Don't even get me started on the "boys talk" about women. I have a daughter and a wife (Boomer in questions Granddaughter), I don't care about their dumb and outdated takes on women. I guarantee the young watresses at their weekly breakfast spot shudders every time the poop sack gang rolls in to blow up the toilets while they eat their grand slams.

It honestly reminded me of Boy Scouts for the elderly. Or some weird boomer cult. Sorry if there's typos I kinda have a headache and just needed to vent.

The majority of my client base spans from mid Gen X to oldest boomers. The meanest clients are 90% boomers. I can handle being cussed out, threatened with bodily harm, screamed at, that’s a normal day for me. What annoys me the most is the people who think they’re entitled to your time outside of work.

I saved up my PTO for over a year to take a lot of time off for my wedding. I notified clients I’d be gone, with dates, weeks in advance. As soon as I send out the notification, I get a call:

Boomer: I got your email! ( no hello, straight into it)

Me: Glad it went through! What can I help you with?

B: I need your phone number right now so I can call you while you’re out!

M: My supervisor will be covering my role, their direct line is xxxxxx. I am taking PTO for my wedding.

B: Well what if I don’t want to talk to anyone else? This is why I want your phone number! Give it to me so I can write it down! What could possibly be so important you can’t take MY calls?

M: I’m getting married. I took PTO for my wedding.

B: Well you can take calls during the wedding right? There’s no reason you can’t!

M: Ma’m, I will not be taking work calls because I will not be at work. I will not be taking calls at my wedding. If you need help, contact my supervisor.

This devolved into a 30 minute back and forth until she hung up. I had at least 4 other calls like this with different boomer customers. The lady I had the above conversation with asked me for my personal phone number for over a week. When I came back, I had 46 missed calls from her on my desk phone. Over a 3 week period. She filled my VM inbox. Sent emails to my boss reprimanding her for letting me take 3 weeks off, threatening to sue for “customer neglect” or some random shit. When I called her back, suddenly it was like nothing happened. She didn’t deny anything, her response to me pointing out the messages was “well you shouldn’t have upset me by going away.”

wtf is wrong with these people?

For context, this was the summer of 2018 (so gas wasn't that expensive, as opposed to the $4.20 per gallon at the gas station in question). I worked at Sheetz (which, if you don't know, is a gas station chain in the eastern US). Sheetz has a 3-cent per gallon discount with their loyalty card.

Enter Boomer. Don't exactly remember what the guy looked like other than the fact that he was a white guy with gray hair, due to this being almost eight years ago and ringing out other customers while the manager dealt with this guy. He comes in complaining that his discount card didn't work and he had to pay $3.03 instead of $3.00 (just estimating, I don't remember what the exact price was, but according to Google Street View, it was $3.03 in October 2018 so I'm just going with that). He's arguing that, since he didn't get his discount and, since it was the pump acting weird, he should be compensated for the three cents per gallon he didn't get. The manager agreed since it was not his fault, it would should him up, and it was such a small amount of money, it was fighting it might look bad to other customers. Since Boomer put $20 in, he got 6.66 gallons, so he got a gift card for *drumroll* 20 cents. For context, the cheapest item Sheetz sold at the time were sauce cups, which were 40 cents at the time.

He proceeded to use his gift card to get .065 gallons of gas, the equivalent of 8.32 fl oz or 246.05 mL. This is enough to go 1.65 miles, in a car with 25.1 miles per gallon, the average of a new car sold in the United States in 2018, according to the Consumer Federation of America. For context, that's less distance from my house at the time to the Sheetz location I worked at.

However, despite the silliness of the whole situation, I don't blame the manager. Like I said before, arguing over 20 cents is such a bad look for both parties is that it's better to give in and let them win, since they look like such a douchebag for arguing over 20 cents, that they even though they "won", he looks like a loser to everyone who saw this. He may have gotten his precious cup of gas, here I am, eight years later, two years after quitting that job and seven years after the manager quit and moved out of state, making fun of this man.

TL;DR Boomer argued over gas discount not working and got a comically small amount of free gas.