This morning it occurred to me that there are some things that I don't like much. I thought that it might be fun to have a page where I can vent from time to time.
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Cell Phones and Customer Service
August 31, 2016
A few months ago, I was third in line to pick up a pizza. After the first guy was helped, the girl behind the counter pulled her phone out of her back pocket, answered a text, put her phone back in her pocket and, only then, acknowledged the man ahead of me in line. While she was answering her text, the man stood patiently waiting to be helped. He should be on the cover of Time magazine: "Most Patient Man in America."
I shouldn't have been surprised, although, I kinda was. I feel like a very old man right now because I want to say, "Well, back in my day..." The truth about that, though, is that there were no cell phones "back in my day."
But, it does seem to me that customer service is not as good as it once was.
I worked for my grandfather when I was in junior high school. Working for my grandfather was not a Norman Rockwell experience. His view was that, since he was paying for me, he owned my body while I was on his clock. Every move I made was on his behalf while he had my body rented. And he wasn't kidding.I'm thankful for my grandfather. He turned out to be right: the careful application of terror is a form of communication. He taught me how to work hard. I've always been grateful that he took the time and effort to train me.
My own daughter works behind a counter at a local market. I told her that, if I ever caught her ignoring a customer because she was playing with her phone, I'd go to the owner and demand that he fire her on the spot.I'm not kidding, either.
I guess that soon I'll be screaming about kids on my lawn.
*Sigh* It's tough getting old.
TheCurmudgeon
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Razorbacks
August 28, 2016
Two
years ago my gal and I went to the LSU-Arkansas game in Fayetteville,
Arkansas. While I love smack talk and a fan who loves his or her team,
the Arkansas fans took this to a grotesque level. Everywhere we
went, even before the game, we weren't just taunted with smack talk, we
were treated with filthy cursing and even poor service. It was a real
shock to be abused with cursings that I won't repeat here. I'll just
say that lots of them began with the letter F and they seemed to be recommending that I do certain things that I'm pretty sure are anatomically impossible.
Arkansas
is a tough team. I've always given them that, and I've never liked
playing them because of their ability to upset LSU. That's the kind of
grudging respect that one fan should give another.
Razorback fans, however, don't give any quarter. In fact, they just dish out vulgarity and ugliness.
Before
I went, I was just a fan who wanted to beat Arkansas. Now I wish they
would fall into a lava pit and disappear. The world would be a better
place without their brand of trash.
And,
last, but not least, they have no class. Jesus hates LSU? How much
more do I have to say about these scourges of the earth. Even I, an
avowed hater of the Razorbacks, can admit that God created them and loves
them. He made and loves everything.
It's
true that some things in creation are mysterious. The
duck-billed platypus and black holes for instance. Light is both a
particle and a wave. Very mysterious. Why did God create wasps and red
ants and picnic flies? I don't know, but he did. Presumably he loves
them, though I can't imagine why.
Why
he created Razorbacks? A complete mystery. Perhaps it's to teach us
to follow the sixth commandment in the face of intense provocation.
It's the only thing that makes sense.
TheCurmudgeon
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Malted Milk Balls
August 27, 2016
Ok, I couldn't wait. There are just too many things that I hate. If I don't get started, I'll never get done. So, here goes...
I hate malted milk balls. I know... everyone else loves them. Seriously though, the guy who first tasted them and decided that they should be marketed should be shot. Realistically, he's probably already dead; they've been around a long time. But, still. Maybe he should be exhumed and shot. They're that bad.
Just for the record, I eat almost everything and like it. I eat all the regular stuff, and lots of other off-the-beaten-path things besides. I love liver, beef tongue, calf testes, and calf brains just to name a few. So I'm not squeamish.
But I draw the line at malted milk balls. A bane to civilized eating.
Ugh.
TheCurmudgeon
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