There are some days when I wonder whether people are clueless or sociopathic.  Maybe both.

Take the gym this evening.  I haven’t been at the gym regularly because of work and dealing with the elder generation.  A “well-meaning” fellow gym rat who knows Dad has been declining came up to me and said,

“Has your Dad died yet?”

SIDEBAR: Whaaaaat?

“Um, no.  He is still breathing.  Thanks for asking.”

Or, over the weekend, discussing how to scan photo albums onto our computers. I was asked:

“Does it really make a difference to scan them or have them in photo albums?”

SIDEBAR:  Are you an alien?

“It makes it really easy to share with family and friends.  I have over 5,000 pictures uploaded.”

“Who scanned them for you?  Is it a trustworthy outfit?”

SIDEBAR:  Really, would I tell you about a fly-by-night scam place?

“I scanned them myself.”

“Oh, I couldn’t do that.  My time is too valuable.”

Did she really just say that?

Whoa.  Don’t get me started on what people say in Dad’s presence about Dad.