Old Dogs

Have you ever seen an old dog lay in the dirt and the shade, in the hot summer time? The flies have eaten the tips of his ears until they're raw. The dog becomes annoyed with the flies, and starts to snap at them. Actually trying to bite flies in mid air. Snap. Snap. Snap. There is not a chance that this will have an effect on the fly population, or help the dog in any way. He has never really ever made contact with a fly this way.
In our human world, the people snapping in the air and not helping their situation, are usually given the job of receptionist. If not receptionist, they are for sure dealing directly with the public. Why? Why are they always put where they must interact with society. How about moving them somewhere in the business where they deal with something more closely geared to their attitude. Say a forklift.
Marilyn and I talked about this last night on our way home from Omaha. It seems these same people, as they age', begin to hate 'old' people.
My take on the subject is this. To them, life has turned into summer television. All reruns. "I HATE RERUNS," they say, "I've seen this, turn to something else, nope, I've seen that too, Gimme the remote," click, click, click, click..............
My answer to this is simple. Cultivate your bad memory and forget almost everything that has ever happened to you. Then when looking at life you will spot something you've seen maybe ten times before, but will say, "Well I'll be darned, LOOK AT THAT!"