A feeling of dread from what I can only assume is a retirement community

As I was leaving work today, and I glanced up at the third floor balcony of an apartment in a complex that I could possibly be living in next year, and an immense feeling of dread came over me. Was it because of the freezing gust of wind? The fact that I'd actually be on my own soon? Or just the fact that I'm pretty sure the place is chock full of old people, who I (see below) don't agree with on many issues.

It was odd though, looking at a balcony and then thinking to myself, "There's no way I'll be living there. Absolutely not."

Senior learning permit required

If not for the sheer amount of fatalities that would undoubtedly occur, I would argue that a "Senior Learning Permit" type be issued to all drivers over the age of 70.

At such a time, the elder would have to enlist the help of a willing child or grandchild to record 25 hours of safe driving time. I realize that needlessly putting someone's life in danger like this is extreme, but it would go a long way towards curbing my ever-increasing road rage. I don't want to punch an old woman in the face anymore than you, believe me.

The reasoning behind this "new age" type of thinking? After buying a totally sweet hoodie on my lunch break, I was almost t-boned by an old woman who couldn't decide if she wanted to turn right or go straight. She had her right turn signal on, yet went straight, defying the very rules that govern our road, or our "Rules of the Road."

WTF?