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It's at the Whataburger here in Texas, but yes.

maybe this is just because I stopped being a kid, but back in the 00s and 2010s small town Kansas felt like Smallville. Most of the elderly were Ma and Pa.

NYC by itself has at least 5 types. I am most familiar with the Little Old Jewish Lady type into which I am morphing.

The upper Midwest, at least when I was a kid, had that except it was the gas station, not the Hardee’s.

I visited Malta once and got lost. Three old men were sat on a fallen tree trunk, just like in this Asterix comic book, and very helpfully helped us. I believe they're to be found everywhere around the Mediterranean.

In NE England Nanas congregate as bus stops to compare ailments and say 'Eeeh!'

In which I mean we have all the types of weird, generally

Ranges from children being loud outside to animals, to bin collection being "too loud". They usually also flood any public service at opening and closing times, just to piss off workers wh can't go at any other times.

Here in rural south, they drive their atv to the gas station and sit outside gossiping, when not playing the gambling machines set up in the back.

Hungarian Romania has roving bands of old ladies descending on someone’s house sometime after breakfast to drink 100-proof plum brandy and talk smack until it’s time to make dinner. When I did a shot at 10 am, one of them nodded and murmured “Good girl” and I have been riding that high ever since.

Czech one would be old guy with cane aggressively fighting for discounted groceries, I guess.

On the Isle of Wight, especially at this time of year and in the autumn we have groups of Fat Old Man on Holiday with Wife Standing Outside Hotel Smoking While Advising Female Runners How To Run

The Breakfast Crew is adjacent or intersecting to this: youtu.be/5x5CB7wjygs

Here in Geneva it is the old couple with a small dog milking cigarettes and an espresso and a Paris Match at the outdoor cafe with their chairs turned to face the sidewalk for two hours, silently judging you through dark sunglasses

In Hartford we have a Portuguese bakery where restless retired husbands who get in the way in their wives’ kitchens go to drink coffee eat baked goods and talk smack

Turtles seriously need sun. Without it, their shells grow incorrectly. For some species, it can thicken into a heavy pyramid of bone that’s debilitating to the animal. So smile at those old guys.

The small town Texas version of that is the “old guys who drink coffee all morning at Dairy Queen”. The man who acquired the DQ franchise rights for Texas planned them to be de facto community center of small town Texas. He would scout locations and choose who he would franchise to, and help with $$

Extra points if it's a lecture on a contemporary history topic and they start talking about how the lecturer is wrong because they were there and it was all completely different.

Lower East Side, Manhattan: Older guys sitting out front of a dark storefront, playing dominoes on a rickety folding table and sipping either beer or Cafe Cubano while smoking cigs and arguing in Spanish.

Here in Ontario if they’re poor they spend the mornings in clumps drinking coffee at Tim Horton’s and solving all the problems. If they’re wealthy they’re lining the bar in the late afternoon after golf. The former are far less obnoxious.

Now I'm wondering how long till my generation is Old People and we hang around taprooms all day because that's where we raised our kids and we miss them collectively.

Flashbacks to my first Swedish lesson in Stockholm that was about what a lady pensioner did for her daily routine…béarnaise sauce! Mums!

Came here to say something similar! They do senior training at the gym and always have a thermos of coffee and a pair of hiking pants, even if you don’t see where they could have stashed it. The men…yeah, I prefer that they stay in the woods so we don’t have to run into them…

What a story!

I know - just inexhaustible energy and curiosity, always working on something interesting and always interested in what *you* were doing and offering support. I miss seeing her at comics gatherings :(

My land of origin contains little old men who Understand a Craft and possibly perform it. If they perform it, they're a load bearing part of that country's industrial base. And horrifying old women in black who have probably--another, definitely--killed. Seventh Sea was right

Swinging worry beads and ogling all women under 65

then onto plastic lawn chairs around a small table (for coffee and tsipouro and beer) at a kiosk another friend’s uncles owned, to now, at the same friend’s new fish tavern in Piraeus. It’s great.

In Western NY it's guys who golf in the morning and then sit around at a nearby coffee shop all afternoon.

i like the Basque Country very much

They also all wear the same flat cap, called a còppula, and basically look like this picture I yanked from the hat’s Wikipedia

I’d bet those Greek peepaws (spelled “papous”) are also talking shit, tbh

The old Serbian men sitting at bars run by their friends dining rakija and smoking cigarettes all day long 😭

sounds like a pretty good life tbh. might skip the cigs, personally

That counts me out then. I go back to the 1990s.

Cigarettes, though. 😒

And play tavli (games with a backgammon board).

My husband and I named the category “bronzing uncles” after the large groups of shirtless older men in Turkey who sit at the seaside/on bridges drinking, smoking, and fishing

Can they be rented out for events? Asking for a nation that could possibly benefit from opening a can of shepherd crook whoop-ass on certain people.

That second sentence just comes out of nowhere. Haha.

This picture is so cool

Not an entire country, of course, but in Chicago there’s a sizable contingent of old dude—often polish—who read newspapers together an scream (in polish) at the 7-11 window counter, refilling their small coffee until ~3pm

That sounds amazing.

I see you've met my dad lol

In parts of greater Los Angles, it was old men who’d drag a kitchen chair outside their apartment and sit and stare at everyone all day. Sometimes while smoking. The old women were often seen pushing around “grandma carts” containing groceries.

thank you for this gift

I'm in Toronto so we have every Type of Guy imaginable; my neighbourhood specifically is mostly young families like mine but we have a large Ukrainian diaspora and also a major Irish pub so we have the classic Old Person of those cultures heavily represented.

In the Netherlands they perch on a bench and People-Watch.

En España son ancianos mirando las obras y comentando lo que ven. Probablemente hasta lo hayas visto en Madrid.

The Four Yorkshiremen.

In my area of San Francisco we get the Senior Coffee crowd. McDonalds has an unadvertised USD1 large coffee for folks over 60 or so, so they gather there after the morning rush is over.

There’s a kind of “Yugoslav Uncle” guy we have who is like 50-60 but older looking because cigarettes, in a track suit, no socks, leather slippers, with a small speaker (boombox when I was a kid, probably phone speakers now) playing some generic techno, at the café

In Edinburgh there is a type of old lady who lives alone in a 11 bedroom, £3 million house. She owns a small, very angry, grey dog.

Any Chinese city has the morning workout groups of ladies doing sword Tai Chi, ballroom dancing or low impact aerobics.

I need more info on this. Rally guys or IMSA guys or SCCA guys or circle-track guys? What kind of cars are we talking here?

In the later years of my grandpa's life he had aquired a gang of usually shirtless old men he turned into a newspaper delivery empire. They'd show up at their porch at 4 AM and start drinking bloody marys on the porch. Rural East Texas.

Canada: Sitting in Tim Horton's for hours nursing bad coffees & eating sclerotic donuts, complaining about having to pay taxes for services they no longer use and that the country is in the toilet because things have changed from 50 years ago, despite it still being voted a Top 3 country to live in.

Was in Toronto and needed something from the drug store. Google sent me to this very old building with no windows. Walked in and it was a mini mall. All the old Turkish men were drinking coffee in the food court… 😂

Their American cousins are exactly the same, except the ethnicity that inspired the clothes is in fact Norwegian.

They dont need to be ethnically inspired. Theres also my fave: old Lady who either a) wears only one color (orange for example) or b) wears the color combos she wanted to wear as a kid (orange and pink for example)

Upstate New York: same basic concept, but at Stewart's.

These types of old folks make the world go round

My Dad spent so much time at his local greasy spoon talking bullshit with the other geezers that he has a menu item named after him. It’s called the Old Grump.

we have so many varieties of those youtu.be/IJDB2qomVlA?...

The Fishing Man tends to be found on our piers and mainly at night. But they will be on those piers all night holding forth with other Fishing Man types. They may also be found on our beaches during the day, but that tends to be more multiracial

Retired ladies swimming slow breaststroke side by side and catching up on everything that happend in the 23 hours since they last did this.

leven with the city behind them, i will still prove to whichever neighbors are that petty that even in defeat i can be just as petty w/ malicious compliance when it comes to really stupid shit like, "i haven't mowed my lawn b/c it didn't start growing until a couple days ago." it's like every year.

While in the Philippines, in the mountain province on Luzon, with my Filipino then-girlfriend, an elderly woman hitched a ride in the jeepney we'd hired. She had tattoos on her arms in the local tribal style, and remembered the Japanese occupation during WWII.

In my neck of the woods they meet up at Biscuitville, but otherwise that is exactly several people I know.

in the midwest we have Gas Station Scratch Off Guys

There’s a bad moon on the rise

I don’t know if this is specific to my area, but I’ve very much been enjoying my local Protest Grannies.

Is this related to retired Wall Street guys all self publishing their economic theory of everything and starting a web site and conference to promote it?

In Brooklyn, it’s the ex lawyer who won’t join the coop board but has something shitty to say about every move it makes.

My father and his buddies gathered at the coffee shop in the basement of a local bank.

Sadly, mine in rural Texas is MAGA vets at VFW Hall drinking coffee & watching Fox. I know a few & they won’t budge from belief that Trump is the ultimate patriot. I just don’t get it. My great-great uncle’s back was full of D-Day shrapnel. Remainder of his life was in pain for fighting Fascism. 😔

Some of them, but given that the Southern US has the largest population of Black voters, not all by any stretch.

In Toronto it’s Construction Supervisors, in the rural areas it’s Tim Hortons Observers

Faine, this is working out better than Food Discourse.

In Israel they (usually men) are outside smoking and playing backgammon in temperatures that melt your clothes onto your body

In Ohio it’s old ladies who are permanently worried you’re underfed, and think that haircut looks so nice on you

Grandpa's that set up at Dunkin Donuts is a northeast variant of that

Women tend to meet in a pastries shop for afternoon coffee and pastries. But of course what used to be “old people” are now doing hyrox and running marathons.

Locally here in Germany, notice lots of hiking pole city walkers. Just trekking and trekking nattering about life. Envious really.

We have a diverse ecosystem of geezers. Curling, rodeo, rink, general. IMHO the type of geezer is highly dependant on the niche they can occupy. I live near a community rink. It's always surrounded by geezers arguing about ice making and stick curves. If I go home, they argue about cows.

Because Women's Drinks

The Dunkin Donuts old guy. I worked there in high school and I would be shuffled to different stores sometimes. Every location had a group of retired men that would meet for coffee and hang out

We have two, and they really represent the dichotomy of Western Mass. The retired professors who hang out at the craft coffee shop and pass along knowledge and old farmers who are at the diner at 6 am before the work begins. Never the twain shall meet.

Russia has the Judgemental Grannies. They may not know you personally, but they know all your flaws and will discuss them loudly.

Oh yeah there's even a whole Bluey episode about them lol! And when they aren't caravanning a lot of the old fellas have a morning routine of being first in line for early morning visits to Bunnings, a golf course or the pathologists