Gran Torino and A Man Called Ove

What is it about these grumpy old men? I came across one in a snow-covered street one day where my car got stuck for the nth time. I could sense that he was cussing under his breath while shoveling the soft and stubborn deep snow with his wife. I got off my car and started shoveling the snow (and praying for a miracle) around the wheels. I also wished that the couple wouldn’t come to my rescue as they might suffer a stroke. In my side vision, I could see them watching me for a while, then scratching their heads, shaking them, as if saying, “Not another one in front of our house!” Then they came and started shoveling with me. I thanked them profusely while laughing (as what my late grandmother would in such a circumstance saying, “OMG! We’re stuck again! LOL!) as I talked about getting stuck here and there. The man stopped and straightened his back, looked me in the eye and said, “It’s not funny!” Oops! Hence, I had to hold my laughter in until I felt pain inside me… When all was cleared, I thanked them again, bowing with my hand on my chest, and got my car going. I stuck my hand out the window as I went and waved a goodbye and God-bless-you thoughts… When I am old and grey, I’m afraid I’d be just as grumpy that I’d have to leave the warmth of my abode and clear the snow in front of my house for fear of having passersby slip and slide. Then I’d get sued. Well, I pray that I could still laugh at my situation and that angels come to help, as they always do. Many thanks to GOPs (Grumpy Old People) though for everything they’ve done for this country. Jamison/21/07/2018