Usually I’m a pretty easy going person.
Life is just too short to get upset by the small stuff; but sometimes it just all builds up and what better place to blow than here?
So here’s my list of WTF is up with that??!!
1. I live in the USA. Why should I have to press a number to get to English?
I know it’s a small thing; but it still pisses me off.
2. And why can’t all voice mails be set up the same?
Sometimes you have to press # to send the message, sometimes #3. Sometimes you just hang up. Sometimes you have to listen to a long array of options before you can select which one you want.
Wouldn’t having a universal voice mail protocol be simpler?
3. Why do some parents (I use that term loosely.) think everyone else in the outside world wants to deal with their kids?
I like kids.
We had two.
I still like kids. I say hi to kids in strollers and don’t care if they peek over the top of the booth at a restaurant. Kids are kids after all.
But when ours were little and we had them out in a store or a restaurant they were always with us.
They weren’t perfect little automatons. They were kids. And sometimes we had to deal with their behavior away from home. But we never set them loose to run about unless we were at a park or visiting someone.
We were at a Chili’s recently and a couple was having a leisurely lunch while their kids played tag, bobbing and weaving amongst the servers. The parents were completely oblivious as to what was going on. Granted Chili’s is not a 5 star restaurant, but it’s not a McDonald’s either.
Besides kids shouldn’t be doing that an any restaurant, even at a McDonald’s, unless it’s in their play area.
It’s unsafe and uncool.
And I guarantee if one of those kids had been hurt by a bowl of hot soup spilling on them, the server woulda been blamed.
Yesterday Doug and I went out looking for albums again. I’ll admit that after the third resale shop stop and having pawed through probably 500+ albums I wasn’t in the best of moods. However as we were sitting on the floor (that’s almost always where the crates of albums are located) 2 school aged kids began riding a skateboard within a very few feet of us.
Of course there was a large sign posted “Please do not let your children play with toys.”
But these Laissez-faire parents think it just doesn’t apply their kids I suppose. And what kid pays attention to signs?
Eventually exactly what I knew would happen, did happen.
One of the boys fell, hit his head on the vinyl, and the skateboard went flying.
I probably don’t have to tell you where it wound up.
I didn’t see any blood on the floor so I wasn’t too concerned about the kid. And I wasn’t too worried about me. But being assaulted by a skateboard wasn’t on my list of things to do yesterday either. And if I’d been hit in the head, not the torso I woulda been seriously pissed.
(Of course if I’d only had a tranq gun with me the whole ugly scene coulda been avoided and the boys woulda had a nice afternoon nap while mom shopped.)
Anyway he let out a mighty scream and then finally his mom ambled over to see just what had happened to her beloved progeny. So did the store manager who then confiscated the skateboard.
The boy was chastised.
It was the mom who shoulda been chastised- heavily chastised.
I can take it. Do I just need my Effexor upped or am I right?