Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’
Wow….this still happens….and in California…of all places. the Left Coast. I was in a Newstand area at the San Jose CalTrain station. The African American woman in front of me was taking a long time to decide what she wanted. Not a problem, I was not in a hurry. She paid for two items, then decided she wanted a hot dog and soda. She asked the very young hispanic clerk for catsup and mustard. The clerk was getting the order together…when the soda spilled….slightly. The customer yelled, “I am not in a rush…..I want you to get my order”. The clerk said, “I move at this pace and I have other customers waiting behind you”. YIKES…the customer screamed, “I am the customer, I am first in line and you need to take care of me”!! The clerk acknowledged that, but said, “there are other people waiting”. The African American woman threw the catsup packet back at her and said she wanted mayonnaise. Then told the clerk she needed to go “back where she came from” and she needed to go to school so she wouldn’t keep her job. The clerk said, “I was born here”…the customer then said…..”you need to go back”.
I was sooooo stunned by the meanness of this and how awful she was to such a very young person. When the customer left, I said, “Well, that was mean”. The man behind me said, ” that was uncalled for”. As I left, the African American woman confronted the man and asked him what he said……well, as I say, “you can’t reason with the unreasonable”. This woman was looking for a fight, no matter who. So, really, you can’t reason with the unreasonable!!! Get me out of California!
WAS THAT YOUR SELLING POINT?
Cruise ships have many amenities and workshops. As I was perusing the daily list of activities, there was one titled, “How to Look Your Very Best”. Well, who doesn’t want to look their best? I went to the event which was led by a ship doctor. It was an event to sell Botox, fillers, etc. I call the fillers, spackle. You know the stuff you fill holes in the wall before you paint a room? After the lengthy speech and proclamations of great benefits, I decided to leave with my wrinkles and folds intact.
The Dr. said to me, before I left, “you might want to consider this, it would take away that mean look you have”. I said, “what”? He then said, “yes, it would take away that look of meanness you have”.
My oh my, I have two lines between my brows, which I fondly call my worry lines. Those were hard earned and I’ve had them since I was 8. They’re a reminder to me to be grateful for what I have now, as my worries are fewer. So, Doctor, if your goal was to sell this to me, telling me I look mean was NOT a good selling point. Take note all you marketing people!
CAN THIS STILL BE HAPPENING?
I’m seated at a brunch buffet next to strangers. We are traveling on a 12 day cruise to see the fall colours in the Northeast. My husband, on my left and a very mousey appearing woman on my right. After “mouse” sits down, she looks at me, then my husband ( who is a different race than I) and her eyes widen. She says to me, “was he born here”? I said, you mean here on the ship? No, she stammers, I mean in this country? I answered, “yes, he was born in Oregon, where were you born?” She said Ohio……and then asked, “does he speak English” ? Better than you and I, I answer. I then asked her if this was her first trip out of Ohio ( which I fondly refer to as Zero “H” one Zero) She answered “no” quietly and proceeded to move her chair slowly away from me. Conversation for the rest of the meal was futile…..she was obviously frightened, out of her comfort zone, and who knows what else?
I’m astounded when people react in this manner….not one iota of trying to understand someone that might be different than you. I hope I’ve taught my children better….after all, they are “mixed”. I fondly call them my hybrid vigors. When you mix a variety of plants, such as tomatoes, you get a pretty product, disease resistant, etc. Such is true of people.
Well, Miss “Mouse”, I encourage you to branch out, learn something new from someone that might not look or think like you. My feelings were not hurt, I’m just astounded that this behaviour based out of fear still exists. Yes folks, it still happens!
July….a month for weirdos
Wow, this has been my month for weirdo encounters. Is it me, or is the world getting odder?
Encounter #1: I’m in a coffee shop, my usual stop. I get plain, ordinary coffee. The clerk told me they no longer carry 2%, just skim or whole milk. I told her skim was fine……the man in line before me leaned over, pinched my side and said, ” you don’t need skim”, then said to the clerk, ” I know you think we’re a couple, but we’re not”. Arrrgghhhh! Weird! Who touches strangers like that? This clerk knows me……she was stunned that he said that, even more so when I said he pinched my waist. He looked like Duck Dynasty, but I know they would not invade my space like that!
Encounter #2: I go to the horse races with some girlfriends for our July birthdays…..free ladies night on Wednesday. I’m in the “beginner bettors line” a man behind me pinches the behind of the guy in front of me. Of course I look like the guilty party. The man in front of me says, ” I’m watching you”. I told him, ” honey, I’m way too old for that to be a thrill for me!” Arggghh, why me?
Encounter #3: I ride my bike almost every day to get mail, a few groceries,etc. I also stop at aforementioned coffee shop. This one day (in July, of course), I walk out with my coffee, place it in my bicycle cup holder, and hop on. A man, probably 25 looks 45, walks over to me….” Excuse me ma’am where is Walmart?” I told him and then he asked if I would just give him a ride on my bike? What?? I’m old and he wants me to peddle him on my bike?
Like I said, July has been a month for weirdo encounters! August should be better.
BIG BOX STORE WOES
Just when I think I’m over big box store fiascos…..well, it happened again. I know, just stay out of those stores. BUT, there are some things there not available in my teeny weeny town I live in.
SO, I decide to expedite things, I would use the self check out line. I had THREE, yes 3 items. The first two scanned just fine, the last item ( an organizer type tray) did not have a scan code. The “helper” clerk came over and I informed her of the problem. She had to call her supervisor. This supervisor gave me a random price, fair, but random. The “helper” clerk proceeded to punch in the necessary data. When the machine asked for description of the item, she looked at me…blankly. I told her it was an organizer tray. She gave me a blank look, repeated the word organizer to me….and paused. I asked her if she would like me to spell organizer. She did. I then proceeded to spell it and when I got to “Z”, she looked at me and said , “Z”? ”Really”? Yes, I replied, there is a “z” in that word. She shrugged her shoulders and then punched in the price, a dollar less than the supervisor quoted. I felt I’d given her a dollars worth of spelling lessons.
JUST WHEN I THINK I’VE SEEN IT ALL
Just when I think I’ve seen it all, a woman passed me in the grocery store sporting a pink fuzzy bathrobe. She also had fuzzy slippers to match. Don’t people get dressed anymore when they leave the house?
Many times I’ll see people in our local mega discount store (name omitted, but can probably be guessed), wearing pajama bottoms, a sloppy t-shirt and thongs ( flip flops for those under 40). Do people not look in the mirror before they leave the house? I’m always amazed at the number of people out shopping, eating lunch, or having a pedicure in their pajamas. Has our culture become so lax we can’t even get dressed before we leave the house. Do people go to work in their nightclothes? Scrubs don’t count unless you sleep and work in them!
At any rate, the pink fuzzy robe took the slovenliness prize this week. Maybe I should give out prizes for this….you know, prizes that might include actual clothing so people could get dressed before they go out in public. Hmmm, something to ponder, spiffing up slobs one prize at a time! Really!!
THe retaining wall near my office is generally used by the hospital staff as a smoking rest area. They are not allowed to smoke near the hospital, so they cross the street, have a seat and puff away! For the most part, they are good citizens and clean up their butts, so no complaints from me.
Now there is a new purpose for this retaining wall. It’s become a tattoo “parlor” for the high schoolers on their lunch hour. I stopped by where they were inking, sans anything that looked sanitary to me. The “artist” assured me he sterilized the needle. Does that mean it’s a reusable one? I asked the tattoo-ee if he got an infection, would he feel bad if his arm fell off? He was pretty sure the conditions for doing this, while blood was running down his arm, were A-OK! I asked permission to take a photo and post it. All three were pretty excited about that! Fame!
So now, my retaining wall has to be shared by smokers and tattooists! I think they could get along.
It seems every time I go to Wal-Mart, I have a “people disaster”. Not me, but others. At my age, it’s ALWAYS someone else. That is the really cool thing about getting older, it’s never me…!
One trip to above mentioned store resulted in the clerk not allowing me to use my credit card to purchase a gift card. When I told her I had a check, she wasn’t sure they could take that. I then mentioned that I banked at “Trampoline Savings and Loan” and they don’t bounce checks there. She looked at me, very puzzled, and mentioned that she’d never heard of that bank before?? Yikes!
Yesterday I went to Wal-Mart again. The poor dear in front of me was moving like a snail and had a maxed out cart Somehow a bottle of baby oil had leaked all over her items, the conveyor belt, and floor. She asked the clerk for a paper towel and was given two sheets. She proceeded to wipe up the oil off of her jumbo pack of toilet paper. MEANWHILE, the conveyor belt is moving right along and spreading the oil over everything. (SIGH)
I then asked the clerk for paper towels to wipe up the belt and the floor. She must’ve thought I was very capable, as she gave me the whole roll! I proceeded to mop up the floor. She came around and said she needed a “cone” and that she would not be able to help me! I had to go to a different check out. REALLY? After I mopped the floor, cleaned the belt, and tried to help the snail with her items I have to move on?
DOes anyone else have these frustrating moments in the big box stores, or is it just me?? I love the big box Home stores that advertise “garden experts”, but then they tell me to read the little plastic stick in the plant. Is it a perennial or an annual? DOes this plant like sun or shade? They say, “I don’t know, what does the little stick say”? They should advertise that they have little stick garden experts, not live people in the store. Don’t get me started on the paint department.
Tie-Dye Alive and Well!
Tie-dye is alive and well! I’ve been a witness to its presence numerous times in the past month. If you’re feeling nostalgic for the 70’s, acid dropping, torn patched jeans days, well then you’re in for a treat. Perhaps you have a 70’s themed party to attend? I can help.
Go to any local, small town festival, flea market, or street fair. You can find tie-dyed items ranging from baby onesies to scarves for your pooch. The last festival I attended, one week ago, tie-dyed items were abundant. Not only can they be purchased at vendor booths, many people walking around were sporting such items. Is this a blast from the past? Do only old hippies attend these events wearing and purchasing tie-dyed items? Have 70’s themed costume parties come in vogue? I’m sure there’s an answer to these questions. Perhaps I could get a government funded grant to research this and then we’d all know lies behind the resurgence of tie-dye?