Peeve Zoo

When I go to a drive through, I expect NOT to be confronted with PEOPLE.  Minimum Contact is what I want! 

Yeah, yeah!  I know  . . .   we all complain about the bad communication, yelling at the speakers, getting the wrong order, yadda, yadda.    Well, I've grown up with that.  I'm used to it.  It's what I want. 

Yet, an interesting turn of events has been occurring at many MickyD's; particularly at rush hours.  

There they are, with their clipboard calc/machines and earphone headsets - standing there wayyyy before the menu.  Yeah, I've been there before, sure I'm probably going to order the same thing again, but what if I wanted to check out something new???    So, I'm stuck.  I roll down my window . . . order the same-old-same-old.  

Whatever. 

And I miss yelling.  It was therapeutic. 

"NO, I SAID NO CHEESE!  YES,  MAKE IT A HAMBURGER, BUT YOU DON'T HAVE IT IN A COMBO, ONLY AS A CHEESEBURGER COMBO, BUT PLEASE NO CHEESE!!"

Now where do I go to yell??

A bumper sticker I'll always remember:

"IZ YOU LONESOME OR IZ YOU BLIND?
WHY IZ YOU SO CLOSE TO MY BEHIND?"

Most tailgating doesn't bother me. Actually, I guess it really doesn't happen all that often.  However, few things annoy me more then a truck riding my A$$ down a two lane road because they feel that not only am I not going fast enough for them, but they have the advantage of height, weight, and glaring chrome to breath down my neck.   

This does not amuse, nor does it move me.   I don't care if you're in an F150, my lil' Honda has every right to drive the speed limit (normally a wee bit above).  Go ahead, rev your engine and waste some more gas! 

I also like this bumper sticker:

"I BREAK FOR TAILGATERS"

Although breaking is not my usual go-to move, I find the idea amusing, and often find myself slowing down the closer a car gets to me -- particularly if in heavy traffic and I know the moron has no other option but to stay behind me. 

Of course, I accelerate if necessary. . . . . . Like if they try to pass.

Carma Chameleon

OK, this one goes back to even when I was a little kid. 

I've spent the day out and about and have been forced to use several different public restrooms, and so have confronted this problem throughout the day.    Here's how this works out.

#1.  I like keeping my hands clean.

#2.  I wash my hands after using the restroom.

#3.  I am then confronted with a door that must be PULLED open. 

Why is this???  OK, sometimes I can grab a paper towel and open the door with that -- but in two restrooms today that was not an option!!  (blow-dry hand dryers)  This seems like a very obvious hygiene issue -- at least one to this one-time 5-year-old girl.    I admit it -- I'm a bit "Monkish" but hasn't the CDC been on us lately about washing hands -- and we know door handles are . . . ughhhhhh . . . .  ewwwww. . .  because not everyone pays attention to point  #2. 

Anyway;

A. In the event of fire, aren't doors supposed to open out?

B.  Haven't they perfected the swinging door? 

C.  Couldn't the doors just swing IN not OUT -- I've seen it done!! 

"Wipe, please"
~  Adrian Monk

Re: If you can't afford a 20% tip, don't go out to eat. Period

When did it become OK for servers to tell us how much we are to tip them?? When did the standard 15% (which, I think is quite good) become 20%???!?!?

Sometime around the same time when servers became table servers and stopped being waiters and waitresses. Around the same time they started introducing themselves to us like we were going to be on their Christmas card list and sometime around the same time service with a smile became service with a snarl.

Sorry. I tip for SERVICE. If it's good, you get a good tip. If it's really good, you get a really good tip. If your service sucked, suck it up and take your dime home and be happy that I didn't complain to management about you. Yeah, you THINK you did a great job -- bet you hung up that participation ribbon for pee-wee tee-ball and thought you won a prize too.

Just showing up and bringing the food to the table doesn't mean you get a star on your forehead. This is the real world. Sorry being a "food service worker" ain't all you dreamed it would be. Deal with it. Some of the people you are serving may be out of work, may have little money but if they WANT TO GO OUT TO SPEND IT ON JUST FOOD AND NOT YOUR SORRY ATTITUDE IT IS THEIR RIGHT. If they didn't -- you wouldn't have a job, you numb-skull.