You're just getting old...

Its true, I'm 50 this year, September actually, 17th to be precise, make a note.
And I'm turning into a right miserable bugger.
Its an age thing.

Its little things like I don't do queues anymore
I'm not as tolorant towards shit music, thats not to say "I don't like modern music" whatever "modern music" is
But I don't like lazy music productions
I just heard a song today that typifies that description, a remake of a (I think) Roxette song, "Listen to your heart", its been given a dance or trance or some other shite mix and a nameless tuneless bird sings the refrain, its shit, but worse than that its lazy music, some production company has spent maybe up to 20 minutes remixing it and then bunged it out around the radio stations, wankers can't write lyrics and music of their own so they fuck up old, and not so old, originals and pretend to the under 12's that its new.

See what I've done there ?
I've gone off on one again, its what happens when you're nearly 50.

It happened yesterday too.
Went to see a customer that was a 90 minute drive away, nice casual drive over the penines, took the moorland route, twas a very nice drive.
When I got to this customers premises I walked into the reception, but it wasn't really a reception area at all, it was a sales counter where they retail to their trade clients.
Five women sat behind desks with computer monitors in front of them, five printers clattering away behind them preparing bills of sale and dispatch notes and about a dozen other people sat on my side of the desks all waiting to be called to the women behind the desks to collect their orders.
Everyone ignored me

I stood there like a friggin spare part waiting for someone to look up from their desk and ask if they could help me
No-one did.
And that fucking annoys me when that happens

I gave them three minutes to acknowledge me, they didn't, so I walked out.
Walked to the car where I'd left my phone, called the person I was supposed to be visiting, couldn't hear them on the mobile then realised I'd left the bluetooth headset switched on.
Hung up, switched the headset off, rang them back, I was not in a pleasant mood by now.
Told the person that if they wanted to see me then they'd better come down to reception now or I'd leave, fortunately they needed to see me more than I needed to see them.

But its growing old that does that, years ago I'd have waited patiently, now I don't do queues at all, not even when the customer is paying me to wait in their ignorant reception area.

I'll stick £50 on the bill for annoying me.