The older I become the more young people want to call me honey and sweetheart. Why? Since when did senior citizens become immune to patronizing words coming from strangers. I drove through a fast foods place to get a large tea. That's all I wanted. I was going to take my tea and drive out to the park where I would sit peacefully in my car and mediate about the beauty of the ducks (and drink my tea). Now, don't get me wrong; I'm not an old goggy who picks on younger people, but I am also not someone's sweetheart whom I've never even met. I have a good friend (or more) in her nineties. She calls me often and I would never think about calling her honey, sweetheart, or darling. So, what do I do? Probably what I've always done---nothing but complain. I am lobbying, however, for all fast foods places to train their employees NOT to patronize their customers. I think the next time I'm called that by a stranger, I'll reach through my car window and throw my tea. Now, sweetheart, how would you like that? Just saying.
I have spent two hours ironing no-iron blouses and wrinkle-free pants . When am I going to learn that there are no free rides? Nothing is simple. I know some of you have good luck with such items, but I do not. Even if I stand over the dryer, waiting for it to stop so I can grab the items and shake them out before the wrinkles set, I still see wrinkles. What am I doing wrong?
I have no faith in labels or tags or most products. For Christmas this year, I bought Guy a smoker/grill big enough to cook for three families (what was I thinking?) it worked fine the first time. The second time the smoker stopped and he had to restart it several times. The third time it wouldn't work at all. Nothing is simple. Did I save the receipt? Not when it worked the first time. Without a receipt, I just have to hope the store will make good on it. Lifetime warranty? I should have paid extra.
The skillet that won't stick, does stick. Maybe not the one advertised now because I don't know about it, but the one we women had to have about ten years ago. I remember how well it worked at first and then the bottom covering broke loose and in the trash it went. Every chopper I have bought to save time has ended up in the Goodwill box. My George Foreman Grill is under the counter. I look for simplicity, but in doing so caused more hardships.
By now I should have learn that slow and easy wins the game, but I'm always rushed and looking for shortcuts. Life is made up of shortcuts and I manage to mess up each time I take one. I have to get back to my ironing.