While on a road trip, an elderly couple decided to stop at a roadside diner for lunch

After finishing their meal, they returned to the car and resumed their journey.

It wasn’t until they drove for about forty minutes that the elderly woman realized she had left her glasses on the table at the diner.

She informed her husband, and to their frustration, they had to drive quite a distance before they could find a place to turn around.

As they headed back to the diner to retrieve the glasses, the elderly husband transformed into the quintessential grouchy old man.

He fussed, complained, and scolded his wife nonstop during the entire drive back.

The more he griped, the more agitated he became, refusing to let up for even a moment.

Finally, to the elderly woman’s relief, they arrived back at the diner.

She quickly got out of the car and hurried inside to retrieve her glasses.

Just as she was about to enter, the old man rolled down his window and called out, “While you’re in there, you might as well grab my hat and the credit card!”

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