Monday, April 12, 2010

persnickety ...

cool word but a terrible affliction ...

like being surrounded by a cloud of gnats - they distract from a nice walk, thought, or other pleasantry ...


for the sake of continuity, i’ll just run a few examples from a recent shopping trip ...


like getting paper change back from larger denominations; wrinkled, torn, and crumbled ...

is it so devalued that it doesn’t deserve a little respect or just too easy to come by that it doesn’t matter ...

i’ve been known to run an iron over badly manipulated bills so they set well in my wallet before going out ...


or in the fish department where the attendant claims she hates fish because of the way it smells and proceeds to throw fillets into a bag, un-flattened ...

and at $10 a pound, i would think that since its worth more than her hourly wage she’d treat the fish with the consideration she expects from her employer - not ...


or at an uncrowded check-out where the part-timer runs everything along the scanner into a crumpled, crushed heap as though the end of the world were imminent - and when i ask if they’re in a hurry and they say “no” - i wonder why they can’t go to the bakery or produce section to retrieve an uncrushed loaf of bread, pastry, or carefully chosen portabella mushroom they mutilated in their haste ... but its not their job and they’ll gladly deduct the damage from my bill ... the irredeemable, cavalier smirks come as a bonus ...


then there’s the parking lot riddled with abandoned shopping trollies - on a good weather day - some only a short distance from the trolley return - leaning against someone else’s well-cared-for car ... granted, some people are with toddlers that require securing as though they’re preparing for apollo missions or behavioral modification - but usually its just plain reckless abandonment ...


through it all, i don’t get upset - i just swish the gnats away with a nonchalant expression of disgust, but when asked - i’m honest - and the unwanted advice usually comes in the form of ‘chill out’ ...

or care less ...

but i guess that’s the point ...