I thought I had excised my frustrations in Volume 1 of “What’s Eating Me”, but I found a few more that I want to vent.
Why don’t people use turn signals anymore? Do you they just not make new cars with turn signal lights now? It seems like every time I get in my car and follow a car, the driver will suddenly turn in front of me without warning. And they don’t just turn, they STOP and turn. This can be a real problem if I’m juggling my cup of coffee, donut and cell phone. What are they thinking?
Why do we repeatedly answer toddlers going through the “huh” stage when we know it’s just their natural response to everything we say? For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, after children learn to talk, every time you say something or answer a question, a child’s response is “Huh?” And true to form, you will repeat yourself and get the same response. After about the fifth time, you realize what’s going on and move on to something else, until the next time you say something to the little dumpling.
Is it so difficult to understand the concept of drive-through banking? There are signs posted on the pillars of a drive-through window at the bank saying please have your information or deposit ready (paraphrasing, of course). Every time I get behind a car, you guessed it, they have to send the little bullet inside for a pen or a deposit slip, wait on it to return, fill out the information, send it back inside the building and wait for the receipt. I actually went inside the bank to see if I could apply for a job as a drive-through cop. Of course, I stipulated I would have to be able to carry a weapon.
Then there’s the person in front of you who pulls into a gas station, parks between the gas pumps and doesn’t buy gas. Instead, they go into the store to buy a bag of chips and a drink. The sad thing is they will walk through empty parking spots right in front of the store. It makes me just want to push their car out of the way so I can get to the pump.
And speaking of parking, another favorite irritation is you’re in Kroger or Wal-Mart, you exit the store with a cart loaded down with groceries, and right there where you push your buggy down the ramp, there’s a car parked in the fire lane blocking the way. So you have to walk down to where there’s a curb, and as you’re struggling to get the buggy down without spilling everything, some hot little cutie dressed in her gym clothes comes bouncing out of the store and gets in the car.
I am doing much better lately, though. I’ve not tried to ram anybody’s car in the last few days, although I have thrown my hand out the window and gave them my No. 1 salute. They just look at my gray hair and shake their head and figure I don’t know what I’m doing anyway.