When you are served by a child barely old enough to be on their own and they call everyone, “Dearie”. Seriously….”Dearie”? Do they think I am too old to remember my name? Now, I don’t mind at all when an older woman who has been waitressing forever calls me ,”Hon”. It is part of their charm…uh, perhaps “charm” isn’t the exact word, since they usually have an edge about them that you know they have been around the block more than once. I respect these gals. They know their jobs and they do it well. But these children who are serving us today have not earned the right to call me, “Dearie”. And what has happened to the phrase, “You’re welcome”? Nowadays it’s, “No problem”. No it is not a problem since you are being paid to serve me. “No problem” feels like they are doing me a favor. I gotta come up with a catchy phrase to address that in a meaningful yet polite way. Heaven forbid I should be thought of as a crabby old lady!
Having to swipe my own credit/debit card. First of all, I can’t see *&^% without my reading glasses and by the time I hit the check out, I have taken them off so I can’t see what the heck I am doing. And you’d think that all the machines would be the same but nooooo. So there I stand, like some moron, asking the clerk what to do. And then I get, “the look”. Anyone over 35 knows “the look”. It’s that expression on the clerk’s face that says, “Geez, if I have to tell one more old person how to use these things, I’m gonna really roll my eyes and make loud sighing noises”. Well, excuse me for living you little twerp. One of these days, I’m gonna flip out and let them have it. Right there in the Walgreen’s line (or where ever I am) I’m gonna let loose with a tirade that will have every adult in line clapping in support. Don’t ever mess with a woman going thru mental-pause.
Not getting what I ordered when I go thru the drive-thru window. How stinkin’ difficult can a regular burger, small fry and a drink be? And when I specifically ask for ketchup, give me the dang ketchup. There is a drive-thru that I regularly go to and I’d have to say that at least 50% of the time they forget to give me my ketchup even tho it is right there on the receipt. Now I know what you’re thinking…big deal. But it is a big deal to me. I don’t like fries without ketchup. Yes, I could park and haul my big arse into the joint and grab some ketchup but I went thru the drive-thru so I wouldn’t have to. It represents (to me) the lack of good service that has become the norm in the past 10 or more years. What has happened to taking pride in your work…yes, even as small a task as putting ketchup in a bag. If you ask me, it is just the tip of the social decay iceberg….another topic for another day!
Places that don’t accept all forms of payment. Or bills bigger than a $20. Come on people. I can’t leave the house anymore without a debit/credit card, a checkbook and small bills. And what happens when you buy something and for whatever reason your stinkin’ debit card doesn’t work, you don’t have a credit card (I know..who doesn’t have at least one credit card…me), and they don’t accept checks and you don’t have anything smaller than a $50? Do they call the cops?
Packaging. Why is it that children’s toys are screwed, twist-tied, and in plastic that only a strong person can get into? Is there some tiny tot mafia that I am not aware of that steals toys out of their packaging? And it’s not just toys. It’s almost everything. I can’t tell you how many times I have hurt my hands trying to rip open an item in that indestructible plastic. It is impossible to open without taking some heavy duty scissors and cutting the crap out of the package and hopefully not cutting up the item inside. What do the elderly and the weak-handed do?
Thrift stores that charge more for used clothing than clothing on sale in a dept. store. I was just at our local thrift stores this week and was SHOCKED at the prices. SHOCKED I tell you. As much as $17.99 for a used summer tank dress. (Not to worry..I wasn’t looking for any tank dresses for me, as I would never subject you to my full-figured figure!). What happened to the 4.99 dress? And the 2.99 shirt? It’s not like the joint had to pay for any of the stuff so they can’t blame rising wholesale costs. Come on….there are many families that have to shop used for their clothing and how in the world are they supposed to pay those kinds of outrageous prices? GET REAL…. GOODWILL, SALVATION ARMY AND SAVERS.
DQ prices for their ice cream products.
Rude sales people.
Rude and arrogant doctors. The older I get, the less rudeness I am willing to stand for even from doctors who think I don’t know jack*&^% about what I am taking about. After 57 years of living in it, I KNOW my body and don’t you dare brush me off or talking down to me. Shut up and LISTEN to what I am saying. HEAR me out. I AM PAYING YOU….you are not doing me a favor by seeing me. DO NOT send me for stupid tests that take up my time and money and by doing them you are saving your butt in a malpractice suit. Let’s start with the simple things and work our way up to the invasive, nasty, expensive tests instead of starting with them.
The cost of the above tests. Whole nother blog…..
Ok, enough for today! I would love for you to leave your comments on how you feel about these and any thing else that drives you crazy! I wish I had the energy to start a nation wide campaign to address these and other issues! I’d call it, “The WTHIWT movement” (What The Heck Is With That?) Where is it going to end????
Oh my goodness, I really do sound like a crotchety old person. Huh, maybe all the old folks who used to complain really did have valid issues and we were just too young and self-centered to realize it??