Why at cash registers do the clerks insist on placing coins, bills and the receipt into your hand at once? I then have to separate the receipt from the bills - throw it into the shopping bag, slide the coins into the zippered part of my wallet, and then the bills, holding up the line. It would be so much easier if they just put the receipt in the bag, and handed you the coins then the bills. Doing it their way does not speed up the line, they just have to stand there and look at me doing my thing.
I have decided to completely stop reading movie reviews. The movies and actors that I like continually get slammed by the critics. I'm taking my chances and going to see things I think that I will enjoy, not what some critic might enjoy.
Why do people think that by shouting louder they are getting their points across? Louder does not equate with better.
Why in this day and age when we have incredulous advances in everything, do we still have hot dogs that come in packages of 10 but the buns come in packages of 8? In order to make this work you would need to buy 10 packages of buns and 8 packages of hot dogs - anyone for a BBQ?
Reality shows? Are they really? I am betting that they are staged to get the reaction needed, and edited to suit the production company - I'm anti.
Why did the arm just fall off of my office chair? Really, it did!
If newspapers continue to fold, where will the Internet sites go to get their news? Journalists are essential - we need them.
I cut my finger earlier this week, and I continue to hit it in such a way to pull apart the just beginning to heal tear - hate when that happens.
I go to the movies early, I like to be able to select my seat. I'm picky about where I sit. So why do people who arrive late, and always with a herd, expect me to move down the row to accommodate them? And if I don't, I get attitude - so I move. Does that make me nice or does that make me a wuss?
I just discovered dark chocolate covered raisins and found them quite enjoyable - highly recommend them.
Is it a law or something that when you wear a white shirt (especially a new one) you always manage to spill something on it, most notably for me - oily salad dressing - might as well throw the new shirt out.
Mad Men begins its 3rd season this week, and I can hardly wait....I definitely am a fan of Don Draper. Now that's must see TV.
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