Benny goes back to work tomorrow after a much needed week off. Summer has been crazy busy for him. We spent the week as a family and I stayed off the computer as much as possible except to check my email.
I actually did write a post last week. I was in a pissy mood and it was about people not returning shopping carts to the corral and leaving them in the only available parking space. It was very sarcastic and probably wasn’t very nice and when I tried to post it, it wouldn’t post. I went to bed mad at Blogger. The next morning I woke up and knew in my heart that it wasn’t supposed to be posted…call it Divine Intervention then…whatever.
Anywho, I’ll be back in a few days…as soon as I can dig my way out from under Mt. Washmore!
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I hear that. Laundry can be a bear! I hear the rant about the shopping cart thing too. The only place I won’t return them is at the local Wal-Mart Supercenter, where the only cart corral is a quarter mile away from where I park. I am always befuddled by how a person can just ditch a cart anywhere without a second thought when it would take them all of fifteen more seconds to be considerate of everyone else. But, then again, isn’t that who our parents’ generation raised us to be?
I raised my children to be considerate of others. Even with my disability, I take the cart back into the store. Perhaps I am being a little defensive here, but I don’t know that it is all my generation’s fault. Come to think of it, I DO understand why you would say that.
So, the other day I was at the grocery store picking up a few things on my way home from the office. As I pulled into a parking stall, my cell phone “rang”. (It actually sings to me, thanks to my teenagers.) So, I picked up and had a brief conversation with a friend. Just as we were wrapping up the conversation, the person who was collecting the carts that were scattered all over the parking lot came zipping through the space next to me. Well, he cut the corner short and banged into the front right finder/bumper on my vintage Oldsmobile. Then it appeared as though he looked up and all around to see if anyone had noticed his little collision. He never saw me in the car, though. When I got out to see if there was any damage, his eyes almost popped out of his head. His eyebrows did that cartoon thing and looked they were going to pop off of the top of his head. Well, after telling him that he was fortunate that he hadn’t run in to the Jaguar in the next stall or the Mercedes in the next row–alarms would have sounded–I went on with my shopping. He went back to work CLEANING UP THE PARKING LOT BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST TOO LAZY TO WALK THE 20 FEET TO PUT THEIR CARTS IN THE HANDY DANDY LITTLE CORRAL!!!!
Glad you had a good week!
Man, do I wish I could sit beside a cool mountain stream right now! Know any good ones?
Blessings,
-bill
Whoa Bill! I can hear your labored breathing from this side of the continent! I can’t bag on you for it though, as it is justified frustration. You could make the short trip over to the coast and listen to the surf roll in. Maybe that’d cool you off and clear your mind. Don’t forget to say “Ommmmmm.”
I am beginning to wonder if Niki had any idea what a firestorm she would set off by merely mentioning the cart corral thing. Kinda funny.
Jared, Way to offend my Mom ! 😉
Mom- don’t be so defensive – ofcourse you raised a shopping cart returner – I’m the one who started this little discussion – remember? And yes, EVERYTHING is your generation’s fault – hehehe I think Kingjaymz meant that we are such a selfish society not really thinking of who our actions(or lack thereof) are going to affect. You are an exception to the cart returning discussion, Mom. You taught me that well- which is why it makes me pissy when others don’t. You’d be happy to know that my friends think I’m nuts, but I still strip the bed down whenever I stay at anyone’s house (or even a motel) to make things easier on the person cleaning up after me! How’s that for considerate? 😉
Bill, pick a stream – they’ll all do. I’m partial to the ones on Mt. Princeton since that’s my favorite mountain. Coming this way with your family anytime soon?
Back to Jared, it’s amazing to me what sparks discussion. I can pour out my heart into a post and get 1 response, then I gripe about something dumb and well…you see what happens! haha Gotta love blogging!
I’m trying this for the third time now, as my stinking lap-top keeps coming unplugged and shutting off.
I was laughing hard as I made my initial attempt. The technical difficulties have taken the chuckle away, but not the smile. I tend to stir things up (always unintentionally) at many of the blogs I visit.
Vickie, I think you got what I was saying, as indicated by the end of your comment. If you raised Niki, the end result of your parenting skills speak well for themselves. For those of you who might not have understood, I didn’t mean it as a personal indictment of anyone. Just look around you, though. Was it like this 20 years ago? The constrant crying and screaming of children throwing tantrums in the grocery store; carts left all over parking lots, just feet from the corral in the middle of parking spaces; children using expletives at strangers for no good reason: all of these are and indictment against the generation before ours. I was raised to be respectful and return carts too. Now, I’m not saying you’re a bad parent if your child throws an occasional tantrum, as long as you deal with it appropriately. I have tons of respect for the parents that either take their kids outside when they start to pitch their fit, or tell their kids they are going home because they threw the tantrum, and promptly head home. But there is an epidemic of bad parenting going on, and we owe it to the generation that tore down the ideas of universal truth and social expectations.
If you even think about not returning the cart (by the way, it’s called a “buggy”) here in my town…you so get the evil eye!!! It seems like there is always someone watching and they stare you down all the way to the corral. Plus, there are signs that say “the cost of groceries will go up” if we don’t.
If being respectuful and curtious wasn’t your first motivation…they’ll get you with intimidation! I know I’m scared 🙂
I’d be afraid of being attacked for not returning it! And with my luck…it would be a group of my grandma’s friends…haha…
But good thing my momma raised me to return the buggy…
She also made me run and stand in a parking spot to guard it until she could get to it with her car. I wouldn’t move…I’d tell people it was ours! Hands on hips…finger pointing to move on!
Love you sweet Niki!
hey, i got a blog! 🙂