Why I must fill out a deposit slip at my stupid bank when I’m performing the transaction with a real live person teller? I’m allowed to use the ATM outside without one, so why am I required to submit to their bureaucracy when I’m holding my baby and my other kid is hanging on the ropes which form the waiting line? Where’s the efficiency? Where’s the stream-lined banking? Where are the “greener” practices?
Or why our Kmart doesn’t have those rubber dividers available at the checkout conveyor belt? I’m asked EVERY TIME if the items following my order are mine or the person’s behind me. Curse our Target-less town!
And while I’m grumbling, gold stars to the person who can tell me why the following occur:
Bathroom stall doors that open inward? What person, no matter how skinny, can comfortably squeeze through them?
Why companies have to change the “c” to a “k” in a perfectly legitimate alliteration? Why do you need to do it, Klean Kanteen?
Public bathrooms don’t always dispense feminine products? I’ll pay the 25 cents!
A bad odor can completely knock out a nice smell with little effort, while a strong pleasant smell barely makes a dent when something reeks?
Why the stickers placed on fruit and veggies are nigh unto impossible to remove and leave a residue? I’m not paying to eat glue.
Sorry. It’s been one of those days.