... annnnnd ... out to vote. Back in a bit!
Polling place at the town "Senior Center". After casting ballot, I wanted to know
the age at which one is considered "senior" and able to partake in activities and
stuff. So I kind of linger at the check-in desk and the woman there whined, "Do
you WANT something?" (With the "want" having an annoyed and bothered-sounding
emphasis).
Maybe I looked like a
young whipper-snapper 
who had
no business in the "senior
area" and she was just being suspicious and cautious.
Got my answer ("60") and said "I'll be back in Spring".
Granny.
Biddy.
Shrew.