Follow the Leader

My mother and I were going to both be less judgemental. Probably she's doing great. I decided I'm just too good at it to stop. Today would have been a test for even the most patient of people.
After work I stopped at the mall to get some clothes for vacation. I went into the fitting room and was the only one in there, out of twenty stalls. Perhaps thirty seconds later someone else came in and ended up in the stall right next to me. Another thirty seconds after that another woman came in and ended up on the other side of me. Yep, for real.
My next stop was at the drive up ATM. I pulled in and there was a beige car at the ATM with their door open and a woman hanging out squinting at the screen. Beige car, senior citizen, bad sign. First she did a balance inquiry. That took a bit. Squint at the receipt. Apparently okay to get cash, card went back in. $20 later, get back in the car. Note the checkbook. Put the cash in the wallet. S L O W L Y put the car in gear, pausing briefly in reverse, then oops, that's reverse! Shift all the way to drive. Pull away hesitantly. Look back in rearview mirror to see the four cars waiting not-so-patiently in her wake. Hahaha, yes, very funny.
My last stop was another drive thru to get a strawberry smoothie, yum! You guessed it, another senior citizen. I pulled up and she was ordering. It's possible she had never ordered food at a drive thru. After three minutes of her ordering her two items (I saw on the screen when I pulled up) she was finally okay to continue. It sounded like she had about fifteen questions for the poor restaurant worker. I pulled up behind her to wait in line. The two cars in front pulled up, she stayed in place. One of the two cars pulled away, again, she stayed in place. Ok, time to beep. BEEP! Not really, just a light tap. She pulled up to window number one and paid. Then she asked where her food was. Polite restaurant worker indicated she should pull up to window number two, as had the cars in front of her. Window two, here she comes! There was a transfer of ketchup, then the ketchup was handed back. Not sure what that was all about. Then it was my turn, too bad I couldn't show her how it's done.
Get me home, I can't take any more!