Get out my f*cking way,i'm old

I have two minds about old people, on one hand I want to look after every single one of them and make sure they spend the rest of their lives happy...on the other I want to trip them up in the street. Dilemma.

84 year old Peggy Harden was ordered to remove her hood when she went into her local shopping centre. She's bitching about it now and has been given the label Britain's oldest hoodie.
I bet there are older, this is 'Britain's oldest hoodie who milks it' unlike the 97 year olds who don't go crying to the papers.

So the shopping centre has a No Hood policy, which is fair enough. What makes this old bitch immune to the rule that applies to everyone else? In her defense, as the news report puts it 'She's frail, her eyesight is going and she needs her husband’s support to walk anywhere'

ERM... her and the rest of the ageing population, I was expecting to read that the top half of her skull is missing. I have worn a hood on occasion and find it to be restricting to my overall view of the munsters that I pass on the street so if I had eyesight that was on it's way out I wouldn't want to cut any more vision out. But hey, i'm not trying to cause trouble unlike some unruly O.A.Ps out there.

The shopping centre has since apologised, if I were representing that shopping centre I would have written a letter looking something like this:

Dear miserable old prick

I did not realise that because you are 84 and mostly made of dust and dry crackers you were entitled to follow your own set of rules that cancel out our own. Please next time you need to buy some sucking sweets for that bowl in your living room buy them somewhere else, we don't need your money or your miserable f*cking face upsetting our young children. Save your pennies for your funeral, after all your sourface drove your own kids away so they won't be shelling out

Thank you and piss off