This morning, my dear hubby and I were on our way home from a special mid-week breakfast out, and this old lady (and yes, I know I have some nerve referring to anybody as old) in a white SUV pulls up behind me, tailgates and first chance she gets goes whipping around me and zooming on down the road.
I think it was my husband who referred to the driver as an “Angry Grandma”.
Bill then asked me for suggestions for “Angry Grandma/Angry Grandmas”
Name of a cookie (look out for the pins and needles)
Name of a pizza (with milk of magnesia sauce)
STD (that’s what you get you naughty child!)
Name of a bar (preferably a biker bar)
Name of a punk band
Name of a cocktail
We even created recipes for our Angry Grandma cocktails
Husband: Lemonade, Hot Sauce, and Sherry
Fat Old Lady: Warm Milk, Rum, and Fireball Whiskey
Join in. It’s fun.
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 
Angry Grandma: A Karen whose rantings focus on how everything used to better for Decent People like her before [insert some trend or event sane people regard as good for humanity]. She will treat fiftysomethings with the contempt Agnew showed for hippies.
You so funny.