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Old people just taking the cake.

Byline: Suzie Brewer

YOU know what it's like when you accidentally enter a rough pub. It becomes quiet as you walk in and the door creaks shut behind you.

Then 30 pairs of bloodshot eyes look you up and down.

All you want to do is walk straight back out again but you have to order something, anything, which you gulp down before you can escape.

That happened to me this week except it wasn't in a pub, it was in a cafe. And instead of bloodshot eyes I had 20 pairs of peepers peer at me through their bi-focals.

I had stumbled on the bluerinse mafia.

Luckily, I wasn't alone, I was with my mother, but we were still bullied by the men and women whom we'd affronted by daring to set foot in their domain.

But boy did they get their revenge. As we queued for the fare of cake and tea (it was the only thing on offer) they ignored us and charged straight in front of us dripping their umbrellas on our clothes and shoving past us as they tried to choose the cake with the most icing.

They asked us to move from our seats because 'that's where they always sit' and leaned across us while we were eating at our table so they could get hold of the sugarpot - without asking.

I was taught to respect my elders - but when they behave like that, it's rather difficult to.


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Publication:Wales On Sunday (Cardiff, Wales)
Date:Apr 28, 2002
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