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Rant Day

Too Much Rain

Too Much Rain

 

I’m not sure what it is?  Maybe it’s because it has been raining almost non-stop where I live here in Oklahoma and I am getting a wee bit tired of it all!  I don’t know exactly why, but I just feel like ranting a bit here today. Have you ever had those days where things get on your nerves? Here is a list of some things that get on my nerves.

1.  It upsets me when people try to get on the elevator and I am trying to get off at the same time without giving me any room to get off the elevator.  Don’t they know it’s a common courtesy to let someone get off first.  It would sure make things easier on everyone if they would just give you maybe 3 seconds to get off the elevator without piling inside and bowling you over tying to get on.

2.  I get upset when someone starts talking over me when I ask a question.  At least let me finish the question and then you can start talking. That just tells me you don’t really care about what I am saying and aren’t really listening to me. 

3.  I don’t like it when someone rides so close to the back of my car that you can literally only put a few sheets of paper between the bumpers.  I know you’re in a hurry, but come one!

4.  I can’t stand it when someone asks me if I’m okay and they don’t really want the truth.  They just want to speak those words and make conversation.  Don’t ask me if you don’t really want to know!

5.  I don’t like it when someone does not plan properly and then it somehow becomes an emergency for me to help them out of the jam.

6.  I can’t stand it when people just throw their litter, cigarette butts, gum, and whatever on the ground for someone else to pick up. Clean up after yourself! Good grief the world is not your moma!

7.  It really gets on my nerves when people with dogs do not pick up their dogs messes and leave them for someone else to step in or on.  That is just rude and inconsiderate to the extreme dimension!  You should just post a sign on your back that says I don’t really care about other people!

8.  It bothers me when someone talks so loud in a restaurant that everyone in the entire restaurant can hear their conversation.  Either they must be drunk, don’t care, or just naturally have a loud voice.  If it’s the latter, try putting on your inside voice instead of using the outside one okay!

9.  I can’t stand those kind of people who are always sarcastic when they talk to you.  There has to be something mentally wrong going on there for that to always be the case. 

10. I can’t stand those know-it all types either who think they know everything about everything when in reality they know nothing about nothing.  They enjoy the game of one upsmanship and can’t wait to start playing. 

11.  I can’t stand it when right after a loss of someone dear to you someone says ” Well you know they are in a better place.”  That may be true, but right at the moment I miss them and that somehow does not comfort me. I just want to talk about them, what they meant to me, and to know you care about me and my feelings and what I am going through.

12.  I can’t stand those people who sit next to you on an airplane and never shut up the entire flight.  Come on, drink a coke, eat some peanuts, sit back and enjoy the ride so that I can!

13.  I can’t stand when people are consistently late to appointments they make.  That just tells me one thing, either you are so disorganized in your life, or you really don’t care about me and my time!

14. It gets on my nerves when you use all the toilet paper and leave an empty roll for me to use.  Come on, changing the roll out is really not that hard to do. If you need instructions, I will gladly show you how to do it. 

15. I really can’t stand it when people start talking or texting or playing games on their phone in the movie theater.  Go outside if you need to do that!

16. I can’t stand it when other people steal something from someone else. The other day I was in a major store – I won’t say which one. I went into the men’s bathroom and there on the floor were several stickers that looked like someone had taken off clothes. I am sure they stole them.  I told the janitor that it looked to me like someone was stealing clothes in the bathroom when I was leaving and this is what he said. ” Oh yeah – it happens all the time, at night mainly – they steal clothes, pregnancy tests, and whatever they can hide.”  I  recommended in jest that they start putting cameras in the bathrooms to catch them and all he did was smile when I walked out. 

 

Okay so I guess I have done enough ranting for today. If it keeps on raining, I may come up with some more to share with you. So what about you, is there anything that gets on your nerves?

 

Trilemma Decisions

Where is my wallet?

Where is my wallet?

Are you one of those people who are constantly forgetting where you put your keys?  Or, are you one of those people who tend to lock your keys in the car from time to time?  I have to admit that I am the latter. There has been more than one time that I have mistakenly locked my keys in the car.  I don’t know if I just get in too big of a hurry or what.

When my daughter was still in diapers I had taken her to the community mail box to pick up mail with me one hot summer day when we were living in Sugar Land, Texas.  It had to be at least 99 degrees that day with the temperatures rising in the late afternoon. I pulled up to the pedestal mail box with my little one year old daughter sitting next to me with nothing but a diaper and a big smile on.  You know the type of mail box I am talking about! The ones that are all congested together for the entire neighborhood, where you have to try to remember which mail box is yours and hope you can find the right key on your key chain to open the dad gummed thing with.  I unwrapped the little munchkin from her car seat, shut the car door with the car still running, hoisted her to my shoulders and then shut the door behind me.  I did not want to shut the air conditioning off since in the blazing heat and humidity we would return to a closed in box from the lower depths of molten earth.  The little rascal grabbed a few crops on the top of my hair like someone would do to a horses mane and we were off to the our mail box  just a few feet from the car.

I fumbled for a few minutes with one hand holding my daughter and the other in my right pocket trying to find that little mail box key that would fit.  After a few seconds I found the key, opened the mail box and headed back to the car with Val playing patty cake on top of my head.  When I went back to the car I realized that I had locked the car keys in the car with the car running.  I did not know what to do outside of trying to break the glass or try one of those coat hanger tricks to unlatch the lock which was near impossible to do in the car I was driving at the time.  It was then I  placed my little diapered daughter on top of the pedestal mail box and contemplated in frustration how I was going to get out of this little jam.  Fortunately, one of my neighbors across the street had seen what occurred and had some kind of a special device for GM cars that quickly unlatched the door. Boy, was I ever glad he was nearby that day.  I am not quite sure what I might have done next, outside of finding a rock to throw thorough the glass.

Are you one of those people who can’t seem to keep track of your purse or wallet?  Please don’t ever give me a wallet to try to hold on to for you.  I have lost track of how many times I have lost my wallet in my lifetime.  I have lost my wallet in McDonald’s, Kentucky Fried Chicken,  Olive Garden, and several other locations.  I have only had to go to the police station one time to pick it up, and of all the times I have always gotten it back. Someone has always returned my wallet, and there has been only one time that they took all of the money out of it before turning it in.  I have finally solved my issues by never carrying it with me in my back pocket. I always place it in my jacket or coat and am constantly checking it to make sure it is in the pocket.  I know the feeling of losing your wallet and I don’t want to go back to that place again in my life if I don’t have to.  I carry everything in my wallet; driver’s license, credit cards, money, pictures of my family, health insurance card, and a whole lot more that I certainly can not afford to lose.  I don’t want to spend the time trying to replace everything in my wallet along with my possible identity if someone chooses to be such a vicious thief.

So here is the trilemma if you want to call it that.  “You find a wallet laying in a field one day as you are going for a walk near your house.  The wallet is loaded with 100 dollar bills, there is a Visa and American Express Card inside. There is a driver’s license with an address so you know the name of the person who owns the wallet, and there are several pictures of family members inside along with a voter’s identification card.  No one is around when you bend over to pick up the wallet.  You have been out of work for 3 years and you could sure use some of this money to pay your bills.  The electric company has threatened to turn off your electricity in the next few days if you don’t come up with the money to pay the past due amount.  You have no food in your fridge and your cupboards are bare.  You have even thought about eating the crab grass and dandelions in your front yard you are so hungry.”

So the question is – “What would you do?”  Would you take a few hundred dollars before turning in the wallet to pay your bill to keep the lights on and maybe buy yourself something to eat?  Who is going to know if you took the money out of the wallet or not?  If you turn the wallet it, at least you have done something that is good even though it might be bad to take the money for your own use.

Is it better to just let it lay on the ground to let someone else deal with the situation?  Should you take some money for your own use before turning it over to the owner?  Should you give everything back to the owner intact and remove nothing.  What do you think?  What would you do?