Get Off My Lawn, Kid!

Kristen Marks

by Kristen Marks

Kristen Marks is a travel enthusiast, empty-nest mom to two young adult children, athlete, attorney, author, speaker, proud wife of almost three decades (to the same wonderful man!), and the founder of My Pink Lawyer®, Florida Estate & Legacy Planning attorneys. Kristen has been crafting professional estate plans for Floridians and their families for over 28 years.

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“How’s the food here?,” I asked the elderly gentleman sitting next to me at the bar. He and his wife were enjoying what looked like a very yummy meal.


“The food is good and the bartenders are great but the manager is an absolute idiot!”


Uh oh, I could feel a tirade coming. Not exactly what I bargained for after six hours on the road.


Drew and I were on our College Road Tour 2.0 last week and our first stop was the University of Florida in Gainesville. I used my points to stay at the swanky Hilton right outside of campus.


There was a Shula’s steak restaurant on site but I decided I’d rather sit at the bar to order my food. Not the best idea. Here’s a bit of the rant I politely listened to:


“The printers went down in the kitchen so they never received our order. After an hour of waiting, I asked to see the manager. So some kid comes out with long hair and an open collared shirt. When I asked about our food, he said that we would have to place our order again.


Let me tell you that I dressed that little twerp down. If they had used a pad and paper to take our order, this wouldn’t have happened. Plus, why didn’t they let us know right away that the printers in the kitchen were down?


But hey, what do you expect? He’s a millennial. He has his eyes glued to his phone and isn’t paying attention to what’s going on around him.


Anyway, I gave him a good dressing down and told him that the next time he addresses me, he needs to call me “Sir” and wear a tie.


I asked him what he studied at college and he said “hospitality.” I then asked him where he studied, FSU?” My bar stool neighbor busted out laughing to himself, slapping his thigh. Apparently the worst insult you can give a Florida grad is to ask if they went to FSU. [Hey, I’m just relating a story here, folks!]


So, that’s how the first night of our college road trip began. I felt sorry for the poor manager. He didn’t stand a chance against this seasoned crotchety veteran.


Reminds me of the story of the old man yelling, “Get off my lawn, kids!”


It does seem that as some folks age, they get more crotchety. Geez, I hope I never get like that. Not a fun way to spend the golden years of one’s life. Though I must admit that this guy did seem to be having a lot (too much) fun retelling the story.


My meal came and it was absolutely delicious. I was even able to relax after my barstool neighbor left.


Speaking of getting older, it’s not too late to plan your affairs. We also handle post-death administrations of estates (probate, trust administrations, etc.)


We even work with crotchety old men when need be!


Kristen “Going to Keep My Mouth Shut Next Time” Marks


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