Tag: Annoyance

Monday Morning Grievance: Fast Food Failures

It’s Monday and I haven’t had my coffee.

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I have a complicated relationship with fast food places.

I actually enjoy eating some of the food at some fast food restaurants:

Wendy’s spicy chicken sandwich & french fries

Burger King’s chicken fries & Big King Burger

McDonald’s Big Mac (sans onion) and “apple pie” desert

Yes, even though I make my own pie from scratch.

Now you know one of my guilty pleasures.

However, taken as a whole, fast food tends to make me feel physically ill.

Given that I’m going to shell out money for food that tastes good now and comes back for revenge later, you’d think they’d at least get my order right. I understand: the American fast food worker is generally looked down on in society. They have a thankless and often disgusting job to do. So I can understand if every once in a while they forget a straw or napkins or fail to ask me if I want ketchup.

But there’s one thing I have a hard time forgiving: missing sauces. If I’ve ordered chicken strips or chicken nuggets or some other dippable chicken product, sauces aren’t just a condiment; most likely, they’re necessary to make the meal remotely palatable. Why do you think the customer gets one free? It’s not because the establishment is run by fine folks (though in many cases they are), it’s because if we have to eat deep fried chicken product, we need something to make it taste halfway decent and make us consider ordering it the next time.

Forgetting sauces ruins not only the meal, but also the entire day/evening, because now I have that disgusting oil-fried chicken product taste in my mouth – and it isn’t honey mustard flavored oil fried chicken product – and I’m reduced to complaining about it on my blog.

And you know what? I saw you making my meal. One person made my drinks, one person got the sides, one person got the chicken, and I distinctly head the woman who passed me my food ask one of you “you put the sauce in, right?” to which one of you little liars answered “yeah”.

The only thing worse than forgetting my sauce is to consistently forget my sauce, napkins, straw, and the side order for which I paid.

I’M LOOKING AT YOU, BOJANGLES!

Thanks for ruining my Sunday night!

See you again next week?

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Monday Morning Grievance: No Turn Signals

It’s Monday and I haven’t had my coffee.

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Dear Driver In Front of Me,

I see that you’re driving a vehicle made after the 1940s. Now, I can’t see into your vehicle, so I don’t know what features you have.

Maybe you have a cd/mp3 player or satellite radio. Those things beat a cassette player / radio combo, which is still better than an 8-track, which is either marginally better than nothing at all or slightly worse than nothing – I’m really not sure on that last score.

Perhaps you have heated seats; those are going to come in very handy in the next couple of months. Even here in eastern North Carolina (USA), the winters have gotten a bit colder and slightly more brutal than in the past. Climate change, am I right?

Conceivably you have seat belts and air bags and some kind of impact protection that – depending on the year and the study – safety experts alternately claim protect us or put us in more danger. Really, you’d think they could make up their minds.

If you’re really rolling in the dough, you’ve got a movie playing device or two or three to keep your passengers quiet while you navigate the blacktop. Whatever.

However, there is one feature I know you have (see made after 1940s):

turn signals

Please use them . . . or you just might end up needing some of those safety features I just mentioned.

Not that I’d ram you on purpose, mind; I wouldn’t go to prison just to teach you a lesson.

Fate will see to that

 

 

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Monday Morning Grievance: Starting Over

It’s Monday and I haven’t had my coffee.

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I’ve decided to restart this feature. In the past, I shared three or five pet peeves with little or no explanation. It might make more sense to expound upon one unnerving thing at a time.

That said, it might be somewhat ironic that I greatly dislike starting over.

Starting over implies that things haven’t worked out or gone according to plan.

Starting over indicates that things haven’t been entirely thought through.

Starting over hints at failure.

Of course, I also know I’m entirely off-base in these opinions.

But knowing I’m wrong is another grievance for another Monday.

 

 

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Monday Morning Grievances

It’s Monday and I haven’t had my coffee.

Garfield I Hate MondaysSpecifically, I dislike:

1. train crossings

2. censorship

Contrary to popular public opinion, you can think for yourself.

Don’t let the government or social media tell you what to think.

THINK FOR YOURSELF!

3. unremovable smartphone apps

Apple’s pre-installed apps takes up 50% of useable data.

4. “wrong” passwords

How can it be incorrect?

5. unhelpful help desks

If they won’t give help or information, why do they exist?

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Delayed by the Train

Stopped at Train TracksYesterday I mowed my lawn using a riding lawnmower I borrowed from my in-laws.

On a normal day, the ride back should take ten minutes or so.

Yesterday was not a normal day.

It began with the dinging of the gas light.

A Ford F150 Extended Cab hauling mowing paraphernalia might get 15 miles to the gallon.

Fine, I thought, I’ll just put a few gallons in on the way back.

No biggie.

At that exact moment, the car ahead of me slowed; the drawbridge was opening.

Great. Just what I need. Who knows how long this will take.

5 minutes?

10 minutes?

Once, I waited for 45 minutes.

Today, that would be a disaster.

Then I looked left.

Huh. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a train crossing those tracks before.

Any augur would run for the hills.

An augur I am not.

The drawbridge wasn’t open too long, and I drove on my merry way.

Then I realized: those little-used train tracks currently in use run right through town.

I’ll have to take the detour by the Library.

I forgot the train tracks run by the library.

I remembered too late to turn around.

A miracle! The car ahead of me left enough space for it to pull a u-turn; now I have enough space to correct my course.

I’ll just head through the historical district . . . where they just so happen to be doing utility work.

Still good, just do down one street and back up to the old Maola plant road . . . which is closed for road work.

Of course.

All this and I’m exactly one block closer to my destination – and once again blocked by the train.

Mercifully, it passes and I’m free once more, driving happily alongside the train.

Which must then turn in my direction.

Lowering the barrier and forcing me to wait yet again.

No way possible way around it unless I want to go nearly all the way back to my in-laws, take the bypass around town, and come in from the other direction.

In all, a good 15 mile trip. In a truck whose gas signal hasn’t stopped dinging at me.

Ain’t happening.

I sit the train out and make it home.

Ten minutes? Try Forty-five.

Oh, what happened with the gas?

Well, luckily I had filled a gas can, knowing what remained in the lawn mower would not suffice.

I poured half the gas in the truck and half the gas in the truck; it was enough to finish the job and get me to a gas station once I was done.

Hey, I can hear the train whistle from my house!

Stupid train.

 

 

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