Growing up without any siblings, sometimes I fail to realize how annoying people you live with try to be…on purpose. Such was the case with my best friend this evening when she decided to put on a “funny new show” called “Nashville Star“–a generic version of “American Idol” for country stars hosted by….Billy Ray Cyrus (who I used to like, but now I don’t since I decided he’s making a career for himself off of Miley’s fame.) The “Top 12” singers were some of the worst vocalists in all the world, which is really surprising since it’s Nashville. I mean, you can’t walk ten feet in that city without running into a singer (or so I’m told). After a few minutes between the contests singing, my complaining, the bird screeching, and the dogs howling, she turned off the show off. Then we played “Guitar Hero: Legends of Rock“…again.
Earlier that evening, we went to Wal-Mart. We both feel bad for shopping at Wal-Mart after watching the documentary, The High Cost of Low Prices, so we talk about the documentary a lot while we’re walking around the store and how we’re big hypocrites for shopping there.
I always see these two brothers at Wal-Mart when I go. They must be Wal-Mart groupies or something. They’re in their late 20’s and both guys are mentally challenged. They’re a couple of sweethearts. In fact, my friend used to work with them in an organization called Best Buddies which pairs mentally and/or physically challenged people with a buddy (usually a high school or college student.) Neat organization. Anyway, both of these guys wear glasses, and really like people who wear glasses…especially girls who wear glasses. So the older of the two walks up to me and says, “I like your glasses. I just got new glasses.”
I respond, “Wow, thanks! Your glasses are really cool.” Big smile from him. But then his mother yelled at him for “bothering” me. I tried to tell her that we were Wal-Mart buddies, but she sort of zoomed by in her electric scooter (she’s disabled). I suppose they could be bothersome to some, but I think they’re great. Best part of the trip.
We got to the check out, and there were a total of 10 of out 26 check-outs open. Now I learned on The High Cost of Low Prices, that Wal-Mart keeps the store understaffed so they can do forced overtime, especially with the part-timers as a way of getting around offering employee health insurance. There were long lines, but I didn’t mind waiting. I just thought the whole thing was ridiculous
As I’ve mentioned before, we have the world’s rudest neighbors living above us on the third floor (read about how they poured a bleach-like substance on our porch and our shih tzu got some of it in her eyes.) Tonight they were running a herd of elephants back and forth and back and forth. So annoying. We tapped on the ceiling several times. I thought about going up and politely asking them to keep it down a bit, but I figured I would get cussed out. Frankly, I’m wasn’t in the mood. Not that I’m ever in the mood to get cussed out. It’s hard because I really do try to be kind without being walked all over.
So, those are just a few of the things that make me go AAAHHHHH! Feel free to blow off some steam and share your own.