Tag pet peeves

Tipping point at the Broad Street Whole Foods

Everyday, some manager at the Broad Street Whole Foods in Durham must ask, “How many more displays can we add, and how much can we expand the endcaps today?”

You cannot walk from Point A to Point B without bumping into something or someone.

I remember, years ago, you’d walk into Whole Foods and smell flowers and other pleasant aromas. It was a relaxing experience to shop at Whole Foods, even the small Broad Street location.

Now, it’s like a crowded subway station. You can’t stop anywhere. You’ll hear “excuse me” non-stop. The shopping experience, from beginning to end, is one of constant stress.

If you want some pasta salad from the salad bar, good luck…

I wish there was a convenient alternative. I can’t say I’m going to boycott the store. But I’d certainly buy more there if I weren’t constantly trying to get exactly what I came for and get the hell out of there. And then there have been plenty of times when I have walked in, seen the madness, and walked right out.

It’s clear I’m in the minority here, because business appears to be booming. I don’t know how people can stand it.

P.S. – And now they’ve got the Thanksgiving order table, too, just smack in the middle of everything.

Silent Night Not

This post is not in the spirit of the holiday season. It’s just a post to vent so I can go back to trying to relax, which I have not been able to do for the past three hours or so.

My neighbors across the street have insisted on playing their stereo with bass and party-level tonight. Until ten minutes ago, they had the front door open. I’d have tried to comfort with myself with the thought that “it’s Christmas”, but the fact is that they were doing this because it’s sixty-something degrees outside and they have consistently behaved as if they’re the only ones on the block with rights worth considering.

These are not apartments. They are not renters. They are homeowners I’ll potentially have to live near for several years to come. I know from other behavior that the slightest hint that I am pissed at them will make me their enemy for life.

This is similar to the problem I have at work and the street music…except I’m HOME. I’m off from work. This is supposed to be my turf. But my bleeping neighbors don’t care.

Even now, with that front door closed, the thumping is constant. The fact that there are three children in the house makes it all the more upsetting, because these kids are learning that this is acceptable.

12:30 in the morning now. No change. The kids are 3, 6, and 12. It’s a party over there.

Whenever I feel like I need to have earplugs to have peace in my own home, I feel like I’ve picked a shitty place to call home.

I was pretty much fine sitting home on a night typically associated with togetherness. But my tolerance for this stereo shit is zero.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night, except for my neighbors. I hope their power goes out.

N&O’s Durham News sullies another Saturday morning

Durham News from The News and Observer - litter on the sidewalkHow can I get the News & Observer to stop littering in front of my house and in the rest of the yards of my neighboring with their weekly free dumping, er, distribution, of The Durham News?

I have no criticism of the content of The Durham News. I even enjoy reading it on occasion. I just absolutely hate their method of distribution. By tossing a paper in a plastic bag in front of every house, they are:

1) Forcing people who’d prefer not to have litter in front of their homes to bend down and pick it up. I know it may sound like a petty grievance, but the simple act of bending down isn’t quite so easy for everyone, and it’s aggravated when the motivation is to pick up something that you yourself didn’t put on the group in the first place.

2) Forcing people who’d prefer not to have litter in front of their homes to find a disposal method for the delivery. The newspaper is recyclable. How about that plastic bag? I’m assuming that is, too. But they’ve just given me two extra pieces of trash to recycle, and they’ve done it willfully, not accidentally, like when the Durham sanitation department “accidentally” leaves a ton of wrappers and leaflets strwen across the streets after their morning pick-ups.

3) Becoming the main litterers in the neighborhood, since about half of the papers left out in my neighborhood after never picked up at all. They become soggy messes on the sidewalk, an eyesore on my daily walks along what is generally an aesthetically pleasing path.

Durham News from The News and Observer - eventually becomes mush

Why can’t The Durham News be distributed in bins like The Independent? Would no one bother to go out of their way to fish out a copy

Fine, then. PUT IT IN MY MAILBOX. At least that would put them on par for annoyance with Dominos. I can collect the contents on my mailbox in one fluid action.

What if my weekly coupon circulars were just strewn across my lawn? I’d resent the obnoxiousness of the distributors and toss them out without a second look. At least, since they come in my mailbox, I sometimes take a peek at them. What if any of the materials and I normally expect to find in my mailbox were tossed, in plastic bags, in front of my house? Why does no one else do this? Why does The News and Observer get an exemption?

So I need to tell The News and Observer to just stop it. I know their publication is actually of a far higher caliber than their distribution method, but they irritate me to the point of wanting to swiftly discard of, what appears to me, this trash in front of my house.

Automated customer service voice ‘apologizes’

The automated customer service operator for Private Diagnostic Clinic at Duke University Medical Center (aka Duke PDC), unable to understand my apparently heavy Yankee accent:

I apologize…sorry, I didn’t understand…I still don’t understand…I apologize for not being able to understand…

Excuse me, you’re a bleepin’ computer. “You” don’t represent any human being and lack the neural circuitry to express sincere regret. I only accept apologies from actual human beings, and even then…

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