There is a post making the rounds on Face Book. It's about things kids did "then" as opposed to what kids do "now". In case you haven't seen it, or, heaven forbid, don't spend time on Face Book I will explain.
When I was a kid I knew it was time to go home when the street lights came on. I bought penny candy that didn't cost a dollar. I rode my bike and played games outside. I didn't sit in front of the TV all day watching crap or playing video games.
My grandson plays an on-line shoot 'em up video game, Tour of Duty? I was watching him play several months ago. He was telling me about game strategy and the variety of weapons used in it. It was complex and incredibly involved. I asked if we needed to be concerned about him taking a weapon and climbing up a tower someday. I can do without guns, real or imagined.
The other day I discovered the Outdoor Channel. On it, at five in the morning, were two guys wearing so much camouflage I was surprised I could see them. They were discussing the numerous duck calls and duck decoys they use. The best binoculars and spotting scopes, and large very powerful, guns. The hunters have all this gear and the ducks have, flight. The hunters lay in wait for these poor defenseless ducks to fly overhead and BLAM, I think this stinks.
Duck hunting? How about naked with a sling shot? Now that would be fair.
Starbucks sent us each a coupon for a free "petite treat", we used them this morning. The treats are small bite size pastry or cake goodies that sell for a buck and a half. The cashier told us we get a 10% discount if we buy three or more," they are wrapped four to a package. We each got a Red Velvet Whoopie Pie.
Over the last five or six years Wanda and I have cut down considerably on entertainment expenditures. We go out to lunch once a month, movies rarely. I can't remember the last sporting event we went to. We like to go out once a week for coffee, usually Saturday mornings. We'll get up around five, exercise, go grocery shopping and bring the things home. Then we drive up to one of two places for coffee. Both offer ten cents off if you have your own coffee mug.
Is it too much to expect my lousy dime without having to ask for it?
I don't do it for the dime, I do it because it's a good thing to do. I would take my own mug even if they didn't offer me the dime, but they do, and, I want it. This morning the cashier forgot to deduct it. The line behind me is getting longer by the second and I'm waiting while she does a refund and re bills the drink. She made the mistake and I feel like a cheapskate.
I have an espresso maker at home that I use every day. I started drinking lattes rather than regular coffee about a year ago. I heat the milk between one hundred fifty and sixty degrees. Wanda always orders her drinks extra hot. To simplify things on Saturday morning we order he same thing made the same way, Wanda's way, scalding hot. She drives and doesn't drink hers until she is home, today I waited too.
We walked in the house, opened a couple of windows and the patio door. I took a sip of my extra special four dollar and five cent coffee drink (after the dime) and set the cup on the side table. I went to grab something out of the linen closet at the end of the hall. I walked back into the family room and saw my extra special Saturday morning four dollar and five cent coffee drink all over the rug and floor. Jill the Cat was sitting on the side table where the drink had been. My first thought was grab a straw, my second was grab a towel. I used some choice words.
I don't know about you all but frankly speaking, I am just about sick of reading "so-and-so dropped an F-bomb." I can't help but see this since it's plastered somewhere on my home page. Steven Tyler drops an F-bomb. Vice President Joe Biden drops an F-bomb. Donald Trump drops an F-bomb. I get it! People, in the privacy of their own home probably, say Fuck this or Fuck that or Fuckin' this or Fuckin' that. I've said it, Wanda has said it. Steve the Cat has said it. I bet if we had a myna bird or a parakeet it would say it. I don't need to be notified every time someone uses this word in public. Because, it's going to happen more and more often.
Watch a recently released movie. I don't mean Academy Award winners, I'm talking about movies made for "young people." The screen writers are either lazy or lack enough talent to develop creative dialogue. Watch the first ten minutes of the 2007 movie "Superbad." I'm sure the movie kids talk like the real kids of today. I wonder how long it will be until we hear, "I'd like to introduce you to the people in my Awesome Fuckin' Cabinet." And I am not referring to the ones in the kitchen.
PS: I wanted some input from Wanda and read her the last two sentences. She said, "Why are you putting Fuckin' in there? can't you use Freakin'? Yes, I suppose I could but it would sort of defeat my point and purpose. I hope I didn't offend any of you, I'm pretty sure this is my first and only blog entry with this language in it.
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