tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956266345767920808.post2630856979424996438..comments2015-10-14T14:06:58.140-07:00Comments on gaucherie: The airing of grievances...Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11585586631910632469noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956266345767920808.post-11410993022669671112008-03-24T12:17:00.000-07:002008-03-24T12:17:00.000-07:00Can I be a member of this club? Sometimes I feel ...Can I be a member of this club? Sometimes I feel like such a jerk cause I get irritated too easily. I came up with a saying to try to make myself feel better, you may use it if you like: I am not complaining, just explaining.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07754966815737146052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956266345767920808.post-49206988825552637612008-02-18T07:58:00.000-08:002008-02-18T07:58:00.000-08:00on grievance #2: There is nothing more annoying t...on grievance #2: There is nothing more annoying than trying to work as a retail cashier and check out a customer who simply MUST continue that life-or-death conversation while I am trying to complete THEIR transaction! If they must talk on the phone, then GET OUT OF MY LINE UNTIL YOU ARE DONE!! It is not fair to next person in line to be waiting because you can't count cash, swipe a credit card or write a check while on the phone. And what am I, the cashier, supposed to do? Be RUDE and interrupt your conversation or use the manners your mother forgot to teach you and wait until you're off the phone? I don't need to compete with your BFF for your attention. YOU came to ME, so show some common courtesy and TURN OFF THE PHONE!Gingerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11870823618834332072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956266345767920808.post-75232167594188228712008-02-14T21:33:00.000-08:002008-02-14T21:33:00.000-08:00I go to fabric stores. There I have said it! It'...I go to fabric stores. There I have said it! It's out there... and just like peeing in the pool, there is nothing I can do to take it back. Let me preface by explaining that I learned how to sew for a very manly reason. I had a car I was restoring and I was re-upholstering the interior. If there is a machine, I want to use it. I am not ready to just let all of the women claim the sewing machine as their own. I think if someone painted flames on a sewing machine and sold them with torque and/or horsepower ratings, grandma would suddenly find herself in the company of beer guzzling, butt grabbing, belching men when she goes to the fabric store to pick up 5 yards of her precious moments print flannel to make pajamas for her grandkids upcoming birthdays. <BR/>Possibly the funnest part about visiting a fabric store (try this next time you get roped in) if you are fortunate enough to see another male in the store, take some time to observe him. It is loads of fun. As soon as they walk in the door they blink a few times as if their soul is being ripped from their body. Their eyes immediately glaze over and go half mast, mouth drops open slightly. Sometimes a dabble of drool collects on the bottom lip bouncing and threatening to cast off of it's comatose transport. usually a cart and a purse is thrust into their gut and they are commissioned to follow closely and collect any "great deals" and "adorable things" that their spouses are prowling for. other than captaining a shopping cart they are identical to zombies. stumbling around with stiff legs, head cocked to on side, occasionally groaning in muted agony. Faces limp, and emotionless. Brain wave patterns flat as central Kansas. Sometimes a spouse will turn to their living dead partners and ask "Do you like the plum or lime colored sateen?" At these times the tortured will salivate, take one hand off of the shopping cart and clutch a now grumbling stomach cock their head in the other direction while looking back with a half pained, half confused look as they remember how hungry they are and wonder why their spouse would remind them that they haven't eaten since early that morning when they were promised a trip to the Harley Davidson store if they came along to run a few "quick" errands 7 hours ago.Sterlinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04791110786476527354noreply@blogger.com