Daily Gripe

Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with old people in Florida that wear sweaters all year long. I know that Florida is the land of the living dead and you must be here to stay warm but do you really need that sweater on? It's 80 degrees with 100 % humidity and I cannot breathe. I see you out for a walk this morning (and that is a good thing you are still active) with long pants and a heavy sweater. Come on - you can't be cold!
I sit inside my house in my old raggedy recliner with the feet up watching the ballgame, sipping the brew and sweating like a hog. I'm not even dressed doing nothing but sitting and it's sweating to the oldies. You are outside in the intense morning sun with temperatures well into the 80's walking at a good pace dressed for a blizzard. Are you really that cold? Is this what I have to look forward to in my old age? I might just as well move back up north and enjoy the cold weather.

Sweatingly,

Mr. Pid

Daily Gripe

Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with those who refuse to try something new. Take - skim boarding as an example. Just because you have never done it, your old and your balance is quite like the leaning tower of Pizza Hut does not mean you can't try.
So many people just sit through life watching. Get out of that mode and start the doing! After you can hit the medicine cabinet for all those aches and pains.
Get off your bum and do something different and exciting. Make sure you carry your insurance card with you. Just in case.

I'll be doing some work from the couch for several days.

Sorely yours,

Mr. Pid

Daily Gripe

Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is travel by car. I have just returned on a whirlwind trip from Florida to Virginia and back to Florida. Traffic!! Headaches!!! Crazy drivers!!!! Road construction!!!!! You know it's a bad sign when you leave in the pouring rain, in the dark and it's almost freezing. The lines painted on the road are fading. I don't know exactly what lane i'm in? The downpour does not help the situation. Cars are whizzing by my leaving me completely in their wake of sloppy rain.
By the time I hit North Carolina the rain has leveled off but still dark and gloomy. I can live with sprinkles and dark and gloomy. What is impossible to accept is the traffic jams. All through North Carolina I am traveling at a parking lot pace. South Carolina brings an end to the drizzle. Still dark and gloomy and still I95 looks like the mall parking lot the day before Christmas. I don't see any accidents. I don't see any speed traps. Like anyone could speed! What's the problem?
Georgia has a bit of sunshine and apparently has chased away the gloomy darkness. Still, the creep mode along I95 continues. I have been in the car for 11 hours. I'm cranky, hungry and have drivers cramps. The last three miles to the hotel exit is excruciating. The cars are at a total standstill. My temperment is ready to explode.
Finally, finally, the hotel looms in sight. I can feel the soft comfy bed beneath my road weary body. The parking lot at Cracker Barrell is only 3/4 full. That means the hour wait is only 15 minutes, if we are lucky. I check into the hotel and flop on the bed. AAAHHHHHH.
A good meal and a great night sleep and I can get up and start the road rodeo all over again. I ask myself? Why don't you just fly? But I have no patience for sitting in an airport dealing with delays, late departures and expensive cardboard food.

travel on,

Mr. Pid