I am immune to a lot of things ... babies, kittens, flowers, chocolates, etc. But God help me, old folks are my kryptonite. I just can't save myself from old people. I will buy whatever it is they're selling. I will stay and listen to whatever rambling message they're trying to give me. I've even sat through a horrible visit while being shown scars, yes scars, with a smile on my face. I let them wander blindly in front of me in a line at the store with their cart full of 99 cent items while I stand there with only a loaf of bread. I'll even sit through an angry old folk tirade aimed in my general direction and never bat an eye.

Except for Black Friday. >:)   Black Friday it's every man for themselves, granny. I can't wait for Thanksgiving!