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FacebookI know I’m not exactly the foremost expert on hipness and what’s in. I might still have t-shirts I wore in high school and drive a car built when “Saved By The Bell” was on the air. But I don’t go out of my way to prove how dated I am. There’s something that has caught my eye this election season. A lot of folks have presidential bumper stickers on their cars–and their certainly entitled to do so. I applaud folks who are actively aware in politics and don’t make their decisions based on an ad campaign. What I don’t understand are the folks sporting older bumper stickers.
At least once a month, I see a car with a Kerry/Edwards sticker on the back. There are folks out there who want people to vote “Dole ’96.” That’s all fine and good…if you want to the world to know you support losers. What’s the point in having a political bumper sticker from an election that’s already over? I know pretty much everyone hates George Bush–but campaigning for Al Gore in 2008 won’t really help.
Let it go people. Peel off those ancient bumper stickers. It’s not like we’re talking about catch phrases from the 80s (if you’re still driving around with a “Where’s the beef?” bumper sticker, more power to you). Political bumper stickers are very, very dated–especially when your candidate lost. It’s like cheering for the Washington Generals or rooting for a movie you’ve actually seen during the Oscars–you’re wasting your time in a matter that’s already over. Move on and pick a new loser to vote for.
I hate lines! The most horrible, hellish thing I can possible think of is wasting time in a line. I had to get a prescription filled this week: at 5:07 I dropped it off at the pharmacist. “It’ll be 20 minutes,” she said. So I walked over to the grocery store ’cause I needed milk. I wandered around the store for a bit–wondering what all the cookies tasted like. At 5:20 I decided to pay for my food and head over to the pharmacist early in case my prescription was done.
I wasted seven minutes of my life in line at the grocery store. If I knew it was gonna be that long, I woulda bolted long before then. How can people do that? How can you waste your life waiting in line–and I was in the self-checkout lane. The wait was even worse for those who wanted real, live actual cashiers to ring their items up.
At 5:37, I was at the pickup window of the pharmacist. I stood there for 11 minutes before someone came to help me. The reason I was ignored for so long was because there was a massive line at the drop-off window and all the pharmers were busy helping the sick and needy. They didn’t come over to my window until every last customer was helped. It’s insulting if you think about it. The store’s policy is to probably assist those dropping off their prescription first. Because if you’re in line at the drop-off window, you can simply go to another pharmacy. But when you’re in line at the pickup window you hafta wait because they’re the ones who have your drugs.
That’s 18 minutes of my life I wasted today in lines. By the time I got back into my car, it was well after six. A task that should have been simple and quick somehow turned into an hour-long affair. And let me tell you: Between the cost of milk, a couple cans of soup, and my insurance copay, I spent far more in that hour that I would have earned in an hour of work. I hate lines–they are the bane of my existence.