Well, the dumbing down of America continues. Look closely at this sign, hanging over the express lane check-out: “15 item limit. 15 is THIS many.” Nice. Simple math for those who still use their fingers to count. Shouldn’t the sign really have 2 hands and one foot? I guess they assume I’m travelling with a friend who is equally incompetent when it comes to
addition. I’ve spent my share of time waiting in line at check-out lanes fuming over what I was seeing and hearing and this just pushed me over the edge, so instead of lashing out at my fellow-shoppers trying to boost the economy with their own deficit spending, I’m writing this post.
Check-out aisles are a gauntlet. You are tempted with impulse-buys like high sugar snacks and drinks, bombarded with headlines about dire predictions and bizarre stories that are splashed across newspapers that nobody buys but still seem to earn enough money to stay afloat. (Have you ever actually seen someone purchase a National Inquirer??) And heaven forbid you are with your kids. You’ll likely have to explain some of the “teasers” on the covers of Cosmopolitan and Men’s Health.
I might be able to deal with that better if cell phones automatically went into sleep mode the second you stepped into the checkout aisle. I hate listening to other people’s conversations, especially when they’ve got their head bent over, pressing the phone between their ear and shoulder, while they fumble for credit cards and coupons. It never fails that these people will try to carry on two conversations at once: one with the person on the other end of the phone and one with the cashier. And 99 out of 100 times you’ll hear them say, “No, I wasn’t talking to you.” Next time, just hang up the phone until you get to your car. Stop torturing me, the cashier AND your friend on the phone.
And, oh, it’s not over yet. Now it’s my turn to lay down my hard-earned cash for some over-priced item. The transaction is complete and the cashier says, “Here ya’ go.” HERE YA’ GO!?!?! Are you kidding me?!? I just made the conscious choice to come into YOUR establishment and give you MY money and you can’t say “Thank you” ?!?!? I can’t imagine that at some point, (like on DAY 1 of the cashier’s employment!), the store manager didn’t say, “Be sure you thank the customer for shopping here.”
Maybe the answer is shopping for everything online: there’s no limit to the amount of things I can take to the checkout, I can avoid buying the unhealthy foods and if I want to read about Brangelina, the End of the World and the little secrets that every guy needs to know, Google will point me in the right direction.
I’m going to check it out…
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My kid was to post his homework to this blog, a worthy exercise to teach students how to post information on the web for all to see. The day after he submitted I went to the teacher’s blog to confirm he had completed his assignment and was shocked at what I thereafter read. Some of the most atrocious spelling and grammar ever – from 7th graders on a reading blog. Kids in this grade should get how words are used and how sentences in proper English should flow. This was NOT the case. I thought to myself – THESE are the future leaders of our country. THESE are the people I will be relying on to run the country and take care of me in old age. We are doomed.
I remember growing up, we had a nice flag pole in our front yard. 15 feet high maybe? I used to enjoy going out with my Dad or Mom and hanging the flag to boldly declare our patriotism. Many on the block did the same. Not all, but many.
While sitting at the dining room table looking at the supplies, I couldn’t help but wonder where the items were made. How “American” was the ensuing school year to be? I certainly could have taken the time to go through each item type and find solely those “Made in U.S.A.”, but I decided we’d let fate make the choices and see where the cards fell. Honestly, I was somewhat surprised by the results.
And what should all of this mean to you? What can we learn? We CAN buy American, if we try, for many items; even day to day items. We have to plan ahead and take the time to consciously choose the American products. We have to allow the extra time when shopping to find the “Made in” labels, some of which seem to be well hidden. We (may) have to be willing to spend a little more to get the American product.
Case in point – the calculator my kid needs for 8th grade. It’s a Texas Instruments TI-84 Plus. Cost on a random website: $159.99. Cost at Target – $129. Cost at Target on sale – $99. Here is the description:
So – $130 for a calculator? It REALLY makes me wonder – is there an App for this? Yes, I am typically anti-gadget, but if the cost and usage can be justified, then I’m more in favor of it. I could stomach dropping $300 on an older model iPod / iPhone, and then maybe another $10 on a “smart calculator” app if I knew part of the cost took care of the fancy calculator. If so, you satisfy your child’s craving for a gadget and the school requirement for the calculator. It ends up being win-win.
I’m not at all big into forwarding E-Mails around and around. In fact, I RARELY forward such, unless I think one individual might enjoy it. A friend of mine sent me the E-Mail below, and while I can’t support any of the facts in it, the principle is sound. Buy American.
FOR EXAMPLE THE “OUR FAMILY” BRAND OF THE MANDARIN ORANGES SAYS RIGHT ON THE CAN ‘FROM CHINA ‘
Who needs plastic eggs to celebrate Easter? If you must have eggs, use real ones and benefit some American farmer. Easter is just an example. The point is do not wait for the government to act. Just go ahead and assume control on your own.
So if a company has more cash than a country, maybe we should consider moving to that
That got me thinking about old school courteseys, one of which is “helping an old lady across the street.” Would it have been at all appropriate for me to stop my car in my lane, exit my car and motion the oncoming vehicle to stop? Would I have been run over? Would I have frightened the old lady, thinking I was going to rob her? Would the cars lining up behind me have started honking?
But there is one old school mannerism that is still polite and accepted: Opening a door for a lady (or anyone for that matter). It’s 100% legal and kind. It shows awareness of those around you and respect for their needs. It certainly shows courtesy. And even more than that, it will often lead to a brief exchange (thank you, you’re welcome) and a smile. I will often hold the door for someone – and it’s amazing how often they TRULY appreciate it.





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