Okay, one more rant

I just can't help but vent. Lately this blog has become more of a forum for my venting, it used to be funny. I'm sorry about that. So I'm at the Botanic Garden per previous blog and there are school trips there. I'm not making up what happened:

Teacher and/or Parent: "Get back in this line or I'm going to beat your (explitive!)."

Now, lest there be any doubt. This was not uttered in a fun, funny or charming context.

a) Who talks to a child like this? And once again, if this is in public, what on earth goes on behind closed doors?
b) If this was a teacher, lord help us all. Can you imagine? I can't.
c) If this was a parent being a chaperone, well, then I feel so sorry for the child. Discipline and disrespect are two different things. Know the difference.

People think I'm a goodie-goodie because I'm not a curser. I don't make a habit of cursing because I just think it breeds being disrespectful to your fellow man (plus, my mom always said it was so white trash). And cursing is like drugs, the more you do it, the more desensitized you are to its affects and then you may let something slip to your child or worse, not even realize you are cursing in front of the child. No doubt this woman's parents spoke to her in this demeaning way. Now the child will have a strong disposition to speak this way to her children and so forth.

So overall bad ju-ju at the Botanic Garden today!

Ahhh Spring!

It's tulip time. Time to celebrate my most favorite flower. Now, can the Botanic Garden send me an email letting me know that tulips are in bloom? Seemingly not. This is frustrating because they send emails on every other subject (wine tastings, egg hunts, etc.) But a kind notice that we only have about nine days or so to see the bulbs in action doesn't seem to be on their radar. I was really a few days too late.


So I popped on over to the Dixon (below) and it did not disappoint. It was hard for me to leave. Felt like I could sit there and absorb them all day.

Biscuit Utopia USA

I love my trips to North Carolina. It's the only state I know about, and readers correct me if I'm wrong, where there are restaruants dedicated to biscuit sandwiches. I think this is a marvelous concept that I haven't found in other places down South. And they have good tea there too. Bonus.

Chic Fil A stops serving theirs' at 10:30 a.m. so you are SOL if you are craving one say at noon (or Sunday). But no! Not in North Carolina. You just take your self to Sunrise Biscuit Kitchen pictured here (Chapel Hill) open 24/7/365 or Biscuitville, a state-wide chain for a chicken biscuit, or sausage one, or egg one, etc. And everybody's so nice...

Those Tar Heels are smart.

So small, yet so smart!

Sometimes an invention comes along, that's so small in the scheme of life but so smart, you do that little V8 move with your hands to head and think...now THAT makes more sense!

Case and point the new Heinz single serve ketchup packets that you can either "dip" or "squeeze" hence the name--Dip and Squeeze. I like it! Gone are the days where you have to fight with some little measly packet to extract a half teaspoon of ketchup.

And although this package is more expensive likely to produce and indeed holds more ketchup, one only needs "one" to do the job vs. a handful. So in the end, I bet it's cheaper for them.

Retail Ridiculousness

Just a few rants about general shopping & restaurant observations as my David's experience touched a nerve with my "fans" (all three of them), so here are some more:

1) Why do people that work at Baskin Robbins hate their jobs? Seriously, on the fast food spectrum of work, they have it pretty good. It's not stinky, it's not hot, people who eat there are generally happy and satisfied with their order. I just don't get it. In general, they are a miserable lot. They mess up my chocolate mint mojo.

2) On that note, why do I hear audible sighs of resentment at Panera whenever I ask for jam to go with my roll or croissant? If it's so difficult to hand over a tablespoon of jam, then maybe, you should make it the self service variety. The check-out people act as if my jam request comes out of their paycheck. For that matter, why does Panera give you that hard lump of bread with no condiment and THEN breathe loudly out loud when you ask for something small in which to make it edible? Go figure.

3) I love to discount shop. Give me an hour at Big Lots or Ross and I'm a happy girl. Oh, and the people that work there are very nice to me at these places. My issue? My fellow man. Seems like if you had no patience for children, then your mind/body clock would have told you that hey, "two kids is enough sister. It's really all you can handle." But no! Let's go have kid 3, 4 and 5 and schlep them all to stores so that we can beat on them when they misbehave and totally disrupt and upset Mrs. Personality's shopping experience and make her toss in bed in the night. Nothing crawls on me more than seeing a kid getting punished, I just can't stand it. And I think, if that goes on all "out and about" then what on earth happens at home? I realize there are different parenting styles but there is a very hot corner in hell for people that harm children. Just sayin'

4) I was at Big Lots yesterday (yes, I DO love it) and a little girl was misbehaving and she was getting chewed out by her German (I guess) father in German. Of course, I don't speak German. It's possible he could have been saying: "My fairy princes, I adore you with all my being." But because she was crying and he was speaking in a language than not even a German can find pretty, I find that doubtful. I had to stop looking at the toasters, just couldn't handle it. And I need a toaster.

So that's just all in one weekend as they say. Here's hoping to better experiences in the service industry this week.