PET PEEVES

Here are some things that bug me, and I felt the need to express myself before it makes me all the way crazy.  Currently I’m only half crazy.

I went to the dentist for a teeth cleaning last week.  I had forgotten you need cash for the parking fees – CASH ONLY it says everywhere except when you’re at home and you’ve forgotten they only take cash.

I want to mention how bloody hot it was, too.  I left the dental office, and I’m not sure how much I like this new dentist.  Our old dentist was kind of stodgy, but he ran an efficient office, and I liked the hygienist who was Latvian.  Not relevant, I know. I told her I’d never met anyone before or since who was Latvian.  Latvia is one of those Russia adjacent countries, and I get them all mixed up.  Latvia, Lithuania, Bulgaria, etc.  Five years ago, I would have mentioned Ukraine, but we all know where that is now.

But I digress.  My new dentist’s receptionist (not a bright woman – or is it I who is not bright?) didn’t have any change and couldn’t cash a check.  No, I had to go to a coffeeshop on the same lot where they had an ancient ATM machine.  Since I am ancient also, I could not  figure out how it worked.  After a couple attempts (maybe more), I asked someone who worked there to help me.

Of course, I was charged another $3.50 because it was not my bank – a generic ATM.

I had to stop in the restroom to rinse my mouth off.  I still had crusty, powdery stuff on my lips.  They probably thought I was foaming at the mouth, and that may have been part of it.  It would have been nice for the hygienist, dentist, or receptionist to mention this before I left the office. 

As I drove off the lot, I said to the man working in the booth, “Do you get many angry people coming through here because they don’t have cash”?  And he said, while nodding his head up and down vehemently, “Oh yes”!

I knew I wasn’t alone, but I’m thinking of changing dentists because of this one reason.  Petty, I know.

Following that incident, I drove to my bank to get a large amount of cash to pay a person working at my house.  That ATM was out of twenties.  I had to go in.  The teller said cheerfully, “I have LOTS of twenties.”  Well, why don’t you put them in the damned ATM?

Once again, I was very cranky because of the heat and my  age and energy level.  

I must report, however, that I was very friendly/nice to the teller.  I thought about robbing them, but I was already on camera and not wearing my balaclava.

The End

Pettiness Part II:

Here are some things I’ve noticed on television shows and advertisements. 

Every cop show (not that I watch them) has a policeman or FBI agent walking up to a suspect and announcing who they are.

The suspect immediately starts running.  They are often hit by a car because they run through traffic, and they knock down fruit stands and other people to the ground.  

I always comment DON’T TELL THEM WHO YOU ARE!  (I mean, I would say that if I were watching those shows)

Every show.  

Commercials for accident lawyers.  Those are on every five minutes and are equally stupid and obnoxious.  I don’t care if it’s those guy on top of two semis or the guy with the emu – oh wait that’s for insurance.  This particular commercial  has run its course, hasn’t it?  I want to vomit, and I would never buy that insurance – Liberty, Liberty, Liberty.

The ”we’ll buy your house guys”  Obviously on a tight budget.  Couldn’t get any smart advice on producing their ad.

Do I even mention the drug ads?  O M G!  I have all the side effects, even if I don’t take those drugs. They scare me, and I guess that’s what they’re supposed to do.

I asked a doctor about the weight-loss drugs.  At the end, they said I could have it for full price ($$$$), but I’m not fat enough for it to be prescribed at a lower rate.  Fat, but not fat enough.  Wouldn’t you just know it?  I can’t do anything right.

The End