I mentioned yesterday that I was having trouble coming up with something to write about here. I could follow the example of some of your blogs, but that would be boring, wouldn't it. Not that your blogs are boring, they're not, but if I write the same kind of stuff, it would be just one more blog...with the same kind of stuff.
You guys (the ones I read and you know who you are), write about serious stuff on a fairly regular basis. Sometimes your posts are serious, sometimes sarcastic. Sometimes your tone is outraged, sometimes fatalistic, sometimes completely snarky. You guys do that well. Probably better than I would. So, I'm not gonna do that. (Note: I fully expect to see some story show up later today that makes me post something serious and completely contradict everything I've said so far. So be it. Its my blog and I reserve the right to be consistently inconsistent).
So what am I getting at? In the past, I've frequently told friends or relatives about something that annoyed me and their reactions have taken the following forms:
-"That's really what you waste time worrying about?"
-"So, that's the biggest worry in your life right now?"
and my personal fave,
Yeah folks, that's right. I like overreacting to really petty inconsequential crap. And since I've got a blog, I can react to it with gusto. Damn, this blogging sure opens up the pipelines for spreading inanity. So, here goes with a couple of really stupid things that bug me.
Stupid things that bug me #1:
I like browsing through sites like Fark and Link Burglar. I've noticed that, quite often, I'll be linked to a story and I can't figure out where the hell the story took place. Seeing a banner that says it's from The Lodi News only narrows it down a little bit. Mapquest will find Lodi in ten different states. Sometimes you'll find a clue in the story itself or sometimes there are some local ads that give you the location, but sometimes there's nothing.
This annoys me. The news organizations putting up these websites should realize that the internet goes everywhere, not just to Moe's NewsStand down on the corner of Elm St. and Podunk Ave.
Note: I'm even more annoyed that I went to Fark and tried to find some links to post as examples and every freaking story I looked at, clearly identified their location. This is the equivalent of telling a really funny story and when the crickets start chirping, you finish things off by saying "I guess you had to be there."
Stupid Things that Bug Me #2:
Once upon a time, when you paid for your purchase in a store, the Standard Operating Procedure was to hand you your change and stuff the receipt into your bag. At some point during the last 15-20 years this perfectly good system was altered. Now, invariably, the cashier places the paper bills in your hand, places the receipt on top of the cash and then drops the coins on top of the receipt. Why does this annoy me? Follow along children.
In the old system, there were a number of ways to stow my change while still holding the shopping bags without causing weird contortions. You could grip the cash between two fingers and let the coins slide into your pocket and then stash the cash in your wallet. An alternate version was that you could slide the change into your other hand, stow the cash in your wallet and then put the cash into your wallet. You could do all of this without putting down your shopping bags.
Now, you have to use your non-change-holding hand to pull the receipt out of the pile. You have to decide where to put it while putting away your change. If you didn't want a receipt at all, you might just leave it on the counter, but somehow, that feels rude. If you do want the receipt, you probably do want it in your wallet, but not mixed in among the bills. You still need to double handle it. And you have to do all of this while the customers behind you are waiting for you to get the fuck out of their way.
My younger brother is an operations manager for a large chain of supermarkets. A couple of years ago, I asked him to rectify this situation, at least in his stores. He reacted with utter, complete silence...and a blank stare.
And since I'm such a helpful guy, I'm going to post the first comment.