Like why do dogs eat everything in sight. My mittens, my shoe, various other animals’ poop.
And good morning,
This is just a list of confounding things. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only person who has such a list.
On a recent trip to New Orleans, Dear Friend and I visited a teeny, tiny bookstore that we always visit while in the French Quarter. The older woman who works there solo (I assume she’s the owner) is quite cranky. One could get the impression that she really doesn’t want to sell any of the books in her shop because they are too near and dear to her. Anyway, like most buildings in the French Quarter, the shop is on the ground floor of a very old building. And what usually doesn’t work great on very old buildings? Doors. She hung a sign on both sides of the door telling people to make sure the door closes behind them.
During our last visit, someone came in and did not heed the sign. The bookseller, in her sweet yet cranky Southern voice, requested that the person close the door. I was by her desk at the time and she said to me, “ I am confounded by people who can’t close a simple door.”
See? It’s not just me.
Number two on the list. When did people start calling “people” folks? Who are we, the Clampett’s?
Number three: When did men start wearing Man Buns? Okay, I admit I like Man Buns.
Number four: I’m confounded by this fuss to call people ( okay, folks) who are confused about their gender by plural pronouns. That person is still just one entity. Doesn’t plural pronouns just make for more confusion?
And who came up with that idea? Who thought it was okay take words that are already established in the English language and make it mean something else? The famed Dr. Marlena Evans from the soap opera, Day’s of Our Lives, told her granddaughter that it was perfectly ok to say, “They is going to the store.” But is it? I get the feeling this country is becoming a laughing stock .
One last item. I am confounded by is why can’t people working at grocery stores, coffee shops, etc., count back your change? You know, instead of just handing you a wad of bills, a fist of change, all together with the receipt. And of course, that totally ineffective wish for you to have a nice day. Sometimes delivered within a yawn.
Ahhh. That felt good. Now all you folks out there, (yawn) have a nice day.
Adios
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Musings over 50 