Boomers fucking love the antique mall. Jelly cups from the 90s, rusty decorative pails, and antique dishes to entertain a family that no longer speaks to them.
It still blows my mind how arrogant and self interested these fools are. Bumbling around, eating large ice cream sundays, while complaining about their weight, buying shit they don't need, all while alienating both their parents, and their children... it is astounding.
