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I am a 63 year old, cranky curmudgeon (redundant terms?) and own it. But there's just so much that goes that annoys me! A few examples from this week.

 

Last month, I had a cataract removed from the right eye and yesterday went to the eye surgeon to schedule the same procedure for the left eye. After sitting in the waiting room for over an hour, the doctor took me back to her exam room. Not 1 fucking work was passed between us. She looked into my eyes, then sat at her computer and pointed and clicked for about 5 minutes, then picked up her phone and said, "Shirley. Left eye." and left the room. The aforementioned, very pleasant Shirley came and took me to her office where I filled out the paperwork for the procedure. My first visit for the right eye a few months ago was a little more informative but not much. I know I'm old because I remember the days when a doctor actually asked you questions and engaged in a conversation, if only for a few minutes.

 

A young woman at the airport was on the escalator in front of me, texting, and blocking the way for everybody behind her. I tapped her on the shoulder and politely, smilingly said, "Miss, could you move to the right so the rest of us can get by?" Without looking up from her phone, she replied "No. This is important. " I just shrugged, sighed and said to the people behind me, "We'll just have to wait. She's on an important call." The cursing that ensued was pretty scary!

 

Two elderly women behind me at the movies last week insisted on talking at full voice. I asked them to stop and they told me they had paid just as much for their tickets as I had and that I should pipe down. I went to the manager, got a refund, which I was thought was very gracious, and as I was leaving, the 2 old bitches were being escorted out through the other door. I didn't want to gloat - oh fuck, yest I did!!!

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I try so hard not to try to control other folks behavior, because it is so fruitless. BUT, I refuse to accept rudeness from people who's jobs involve interaction with me. If a shop clerk is rude( as soooo many are) I start by asking, "Is there a reason you are being rude to me? Have I offended you"? This usually gets at least more polite behavior, and often an apology and or explanation. If not, I demand to speak to a manager and give him/her an earful..... in front of the employee, then wait for a response. I hasten to add that I also regularly inform managers of excellent service, too. I'm too Damn old to put up with shit from people.

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No. This is important. " I just shrugged, sighed and said to the people behind me, "We'll just have to wait. She's on an important call." The cursing that ensued was pretty scary!

 

Where I'm from in Boston, this gives you the means to push your way thru her. My parents taught me manners but they also showed me how to live in a city. Option one, excuse me. If that doesn't work, option 2, turn into a tank, say excuse me push thru and keep moving. Im also 6ft6 and beefy, so when i say excuse me and people turn around and see my height/deep voice they shutter and move out of the way. I hate seeing people intimidated, but if u need to move out of y way i don't mind sounding a little scary, man or woman. Lol. I just hate rude people, they need someone rude to confront them, and as it happens to be I can be very rude, but it takes alot to provoke me to that level. I love medataing and yoga, so i try to stay level headed.

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I am a 63 year old, cranky curmudgeon (redundant terms?) and own it. But there's just so much that goes that annoys me! A few examples from this week.

 

Last month, I had a cataract removed from the right eye and yesterday went to the eye surgeon to schedule the same procedure for the left eye. After sitting in the waiting room for over an hour, the doctor took me back to her exam room. Not 1 fucking work was passed between us. She looked into my eyes, then sat at her computer and pointed and clicked for about 5 minutes, then picked up her phone and said, "Shirley. Left eye." and left the room. The aforementioned, very pleasant Shirley came and took me to her office where I filled out the paperwork for the procedure. My first visit for the right eye a few months ago was a little more informative but not much. I know I'm old because I remember the days when a doctor actually asked you questions and engaged in a conversation, if only for a few minutes.

 

A young woman at the airport was on the escalator in front of me, texting, and blocking the way for everybody behind her. I tapped her on the shoulder and politely, smilingly said, "Miss, could you move to the right so the rest of us can get by?" Without looking up from her phone, she replied "No. This is important. " I just shrugged, sighed and said to the people behind me, "We'll just have to wait. She's on an important call." The cursing that ensued was pretty scary!

 

Two elderly women behind me at the movies last week insisted on talking at full voice. I asked them to stop and they told me they had paid just as much for their tickets as I had and that I should pipe down. I went to the manager, got a refund, which I was thought was very gracious, and as I was leaving, the 2 old bitches were being escorted out through the other door. I didn't want to gloat - oh fuck, yest I did!!!

 

I don't think you're a cranky curmudgeon. I would be equally or more annoyed by the behavior of others described in your examples.

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I am a 63 year old, cranky curmudgeon (redundant terms?) and own it. But there's just so much that goes that annoys me

 

I can speak to the cell phone, texting situation because I am around 20 year olds most days. Make a self resolution and stick to you: do not let any cell phone-related problems bother you.

 

However, I am not Mary Poppins. I am still bothered by the use of the word "like" five or six times in the same sentence.

 

The particular self-resolution has been more difficult to stick for me.

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However, I am not Mary Poppins. I am still bothered by the use of the word "like" five or six times in the same sentence. The particular self-resolution has been more difficult to stick for me.

 

Oh, come on, like that's so important that like the word like would appear like 5 five times; you like?

 

Ugh... I can't, I can't master this use of
like
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Oh my, I've been dreaming about queens, and butterflies, and and belly splashing. Without Water, Standing up, and pretending that I'm a tank. A big tank. I think I'm going to have some chocolate milk and take my nap now.

 

So much to do, and only three days until Underwear night. I'll be the one in the kilt, commando, teasing the pretty boys. So Brian when to I get to tease you in person? (Honest to goodness, I'm going stop now before they start yelling: "Get a Room!")

 

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Im telling you, just walk thru the bitch!!!!
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I think I'm going to have some chocolate milk and take my nap now.

 

I like chocolate milk, alot!

I also like naps! and underwear!

 

Well I found my mother, LOL, she's sobering up. I'm going to Palm springs! See Daddy, what you missed is, I was in Vegas for 3 weeks total out of October. and 2 weeks in september... WHERE WE YOU WITH YOUR CHOCOLATE MILK THEN?!?!?!?! I was thirsty =[

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I'm a proper queen; you must ask for the date! (Palm Springs is only 3 hours away!)

 

I like chocolate milk, alot!

I also like naps! and underwear!

 

Well I found my mother, LOL, she's sobering up. I'm going to Palm springs! See Daddy, what you missed is, I was in Vegas for 3 weeks total out of October. and 2 weeks in september... WHERE WE YOU WITH YOUR CHOCOLATE MILK THEN?!?!?!?! I was thirsty =[

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Im telling you, just walk thru the bitch!!!!

 

That's we do in Chicago, which is where I am from. Dilly-dally on the escalator or the moving walkway? Prepare to get trampled.

 

Oh, come on, like that's so important that like the word like would appear like 5 five times; you like?

 

Ugh... I can't, I can't master this use of
like
:(

 

The use of the word "like" is nothing new. I remember it back when I was in high school in the 1980's.

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I am a 63 year old, cranky curmudgeon (redundant terms?) and own it. But there's just so much that goes that annoys me! A few examples from this week.

...

A young woman at the airport was on the escalator in front of me, texting, and blocking the way for everybody behind her. I tapped her on the shoulder and politely, smilingly said, "Miss, could you move to the right so the rest of us can get by?" Without looking up from her phone, she replied "No. This is important. " I just shrugged, sighed and said to the people behind me, "We'll just have to wait. She's on an important call." The cursing that ensued was pretty scary!

 

Two elderly women behind me at the movies last week insisted on talking at full voice. I asked them to stop and they told me they had paid just as much for their tickets as I had and that I should pipe down. I went to the manager, got a refund, which I was thought was very gracious, and as I was leaving, the 2 old bitches were being escorted out through the other door. I didn't want to gloat - oh fuck, yest I did!!!

 

Unfortunately, taking the phone is tantamount to assault, so you can't do that.

 

An alternative would have been [ala Alice in Wonderland, Disney, 1951]:

 

IMPORTANT CALL!! IMPORTANT CALL!! PLEASE BE QUIET!! WE HAVE AN IMPORTANT CALL!

as many times as necessary. Sometimes, calling out an inappropriate behaviour is amazingly effective ... and irritating to the victim. However, if the lot of you had surrounded her once you got off the phone, from a respectful distance, and started to chant "IMPORTANT! IMPORTANT!", that might have caused some resolution. OR someone would have called the EMTs to attend the birth.

 

My pet peave [note to administration: Peave is not in your dictionary / spell check] is people who walk in one direction and have their heads in another. This is particularly irksome when I'm in an ECV at the grocery store. My solution, especially when on foot, is just to stand perfectly still, and let them run into me. The crutch that I use adds a certain je nais se quoi.

 

As for the LOLs: I'm sure Miss Manners has a solution for this. Perhaps something in the line of "I'm fascinated by your commentary (assuming they were discussing the film) and I'm sure that either the New York Times or the Washington Post would love to be able to record it for posterity and inclusion into the Library of Congress, but in the meantime would you please SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"

 

Bad Behaviour, in my book, begets the same.

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Tone of voice is key. I am a retired teacher with 30 years on the job. Once I was in a movie theater over 1000 miles from home when two preteens sat down in front of me and started a conversation during the film. I leaned forward and said calmly, but firmly,"You will have to be quiet now". With great amusement I heard one say to the other, "Shh! It's a teacher. Not another word was needed. Tone of voice is key.

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Really one last thing before I take that nap:

 

"The woman in the checkout lane in full out shouting and cursing somebody on her cell phone" I really don't want to know her business. I actually got a standing ovation when I called her on it.

In the mid-1990's I worked at an Eddie Bauer located in Skokie, IL, a suburb of Chicago. We had an extremely loyal following, particularly among some of the older, more outspoken residents. One day, I was ringing up a 40-something woman who was yapping away on her cell phone completely oblivious to everything and everyone around her, including me and the line that had formed behind her. After the third time I asked her how she wanted to pay for the transaction, the elderly lady behind her grabbed her phone, shouted "she'll call you back," and snapped the phone shut. She proceeded to tell the yapper "I'm an old woman and I don't want to die here. Now pay the man and call your friend back." The yapper paid for the merchandise and walked out in a huff. I declined inviting her to come back again soon.

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That's we do in Chicago, which is where I am from. Dilly-dally on the escalator or the moving walkway? Prepare to get trampled.

 

 

 

The use of the word "like" is nothing new. I remember it back when I was in high school in the 1980's.

The use of the word "like" has become the thing that bothers me the most in my daily life, which is actually a very positive thing when I think about it because if "like" is the only thing that stresses me, I'm very lucky!

 

But I digress. "Like" has permeated everything. Terry Gross and Ira Glass on NPR are terrible offenders. Gross was interviewing Lena Dunham (sp?) from "Girls" the other night on "Fresh Air" and they sounded like tweens. I've heard the First Lady use "like" repeatedly, and it has crept into newscasts and interviews. I will admit that I'm a huge fan of "Dancing with the Stars" but I've actually started muting the judges' comments because if Julianne Hough says "like" one more time, I risk smashing the t.v. Also, Bruno Tognoli is such an annoying troll that I can't bear to listen to him say ANYthing let alone "like".

 

But I digress. I used to teach a history class and I had a glass jar on my desk. Every time someone said "like" as in "I was like wow" or "I was like really impressed by like the way Washington like rallied the troops", a penny had to be plopped into the jar. It usually filled up in an hour. We used the money for a field trip at the end of the semester. I don't know whether I ever cured the kids of overusing "like" but it sure gave me some relief from its relentless repetition during the hour they were with me.

 

My father used to get annoyed with us when we were kids and said "ya know". When I told him how much "like" has come to irritate me, he replied, "Now ya know how much ya know bugged me, ya know?"

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