Pet Peeves

I'm empty today -- no words of wisdom or blathering about writing. I could opt not to post, but what fun would that be?

Instead, I'm going to share a few things that make me crazy (see title of blog -- you've been warned).

Yesterday at WalMart, an employee asked if she could go ahead of me in line because she was due to work in five minutes (and yet, after taking about that much time to check out, she still had seven... huh. I guess time runs backward at WalMart. A good thing to know.) and wanted to eat.

She had a bottle of Coke and a KitKat bar. She proceeded to pay with her food stamps card. Um... Coke and Candy aren't food.

This boils down to my pet peeve: people with food stamps using MY tax dollars are eating better than me. They're the ones in line ahead of me eating the best meat, prepackaged foods and junk (not that it's a bad thing that I don't typically buy junk food...). And they almost always reek of cigarette smoke -- if they can afford cigarettes ($3 a pack!! Holy cow!), why can't they afford to buy their own food?

I think that food stamps should only be used for unprocessed, fresh food: veggies, meats, milk, fruit, etc. No Junk Allowed.

Okay, done venting about that.

Now...

Kids.

Hey, I have one of my own. But I have never let her run wild in public. I was at a store on Tuesday when I heard this strange noise. I thought there was a toy or something that made it (growling and yelling). Nope. It was a kid, running around with his brother like the aisles were their personal playground.

And, I understand that young children throw fits at inopportune moments (like two-thirds of the way through the grocery store when you have too much invested to turn back). Prepare, people. I had a friend who fed her son non-stop through the store. With his mouth full, he was pretty quiet.

And, what about the people whose kids wander away and the parent doesn't even seem to notice? I was in Target a few weeks back wandering down the middle and saw this little girl, about two-years-old walking all by herself, no parent in sight. I asked her, "Did you lose your mommy?" She nodded, thumb in mouth. I started peering down aisles trying to find mom (didn't touch this child, however, something that will be addressed shortly). I finally discovered the woman, on her cell phone about three aisles away walking in the opposite direction of her child. And this kid was actually pretty close to the doors... anyone could have snatched her and ran. Grrrr....

Check out This Article entitled: Did Pedophilia Hysteria Cause Child's Death?

When the day comes that people are afraid to HELP children because they'll get in trouble for it, then the world is coming to an end.

Okay.

All done.

I'll keep the rest inside.

Well, except maybe the The Candadian Seal Hunt. I think it takes a really warped human being to club a baby seal to death, let alone 300,000 of them. Almost half a million babies. Geez.

Okay, now I'm finished.