Cut 'em some slack

I know, you get stuck behind them on the road, directional aimlessly flashing, careening down the thoroughfare at 28 mph, those old men with ears sticking out beneath outdated hats with sedans sporting "War Veteran" plates. Or perhaps you are behind the floral-scented blue-haired woman spending her golden years fishing through her enormous flowered "pocketbook" for an expired coupon or exact change. Yes, it feels like you are in the Matrix when near these toothless slothfossils, but the slowness in movements and thoughts, the sensory deficits, the bewildered frailty are not meant to annoy you. When you hurt, you get better; they do not. Your neurons are at full synaptic capacity; theirs about 50%. You think they don't understand you; they were you. And you will be them in the blink of a someday cataracted eye.