Daily Gripe

Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is once again with neighbors. I walk the dog after dark - it's cooler at that time and if I forget my plastic bag no one will see me not collect the droppings. Only occasionally do I not -pick up after Fido. I sure hate it when I find it in my yard or step on it along the walkway.

So back to the gripe. When watering your lawn please water the LAWN. Do not water the driveway, the sidewalk or the road. You can rotate the sprinkler heads and when they break they can be replaced. I despise all of you with the lush green lawn but whatever! I like my brown lawn and I can't afford to second mortgage the house to pay the water bill. I will live with brown lawn. And if I did water it would not be the street.

It's dark when I walk the dog (working all day leaves only the night for dog walking) I like to stay on the sidewalk. The drivers in this residential area all have dyslexia. the speed limit sign says 35 but they see it as 53. Walking in the roads here is not safe.

Your sprinkler system that comes on just before or just as I walk in front of your house is always an obstacle course. It spurts water on the sidewalk, the driveway and halfway across the street. I have to change my pattern and walk on the other side - that means I have to cross the road. Cars speeding - darkness = bad situation.

Sometimes your nasty sprinkler comes on without notice as I pass your domain. Instant shower for me and the dog. The dog rather likes it - I DON'T. And then we have the slippery issue, if I try to run through the waterfall I could slip and break a hip. I would drop the leash and off Fido would go to terrorize someone or become lost (maybe not a bad idea). I'm sure he would be found by the pound and returned to me with a hefty penalty fee.

My advice - stop watering your lawn and save our planet or water your lawn and not the cement landscapes that do not need it. If we all had brown lawns there would be no green grass envy.

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Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with fools that drive. Every time I hit the highway - there you are. Don't you ever stay home? How did you get that license. I can't believe you still have a license. This gripe is for you -whoever you may be. I'm sure you are CLUELESS about the world and how to survive.
The scenario. ---------------
I-95, a treacherous highway to begin with
Pouring rain - buckets like cats and dog rain
Road slippery like a politician
Dark and foggy like your brain
Heavy traffic and road congestion along with my head
Road construction - miles upon miles of orange barrels and cones
Reduced speed limit due to construction

This is you
Breaking the sound barrier with your speed (in a construction zone)
No lights on? (I believe that's a law when raining)
Looking in your rear view mirror and not at traffic
Putting on your lipstick
And driving a car????

Here's your sign -------- "I'm not with STUPID I am STUPID!!!!!!!!!!

I wonder if you made it safely home? I wonder if you caused any accidents for others? I hope I never see you on the road again!

Truly ticked off,

Mr. Pid

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Hello, my name is Stu. Today I shall not gripe. What! You Say! True! A very savvy visitor sent me a link regarding my post on cell phone abuse. Thank you for that wonderful informative link Bonnie. Perhaps if one had to hear this message before any phone was turned on we all would be happier. And I am also relieved to know that 'I" am not the only person annoyed with rude cell phone abusers.
Check out this link.

http://www.mannersthatsell.com/articles/cellphone.html

Daily Gripe

Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with people that park in the 'Fire Lane'. Are you illiterate or just plain stupid? Your car is parked right next to the LARGE sign that states 'NO Parking - Fire Lane.' But there you are oblivious to the world chatting away on your cell phone. I physically have to bite my tongue when I walk by your car. I stare you down with evil eye daggers but you pay no attention. Apparently the phone call and parking in a fire lane is very important to you.

When I get rich or win the lottery I will offer my services to business in the area. I will buy one of those big bad flat bed tow trucks. I will pull right up behind you hook you up and drive away. I bet you will get off your cell phone in a big hurry. So my motto will be -Move it or Loose it.

Respectfully,

Mr. Pid

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Hello, my name is Stu. today my gripe concerns user unfriendly web sites. Oh, there are so many of them! The most annoying ones are those that will not let you use the back button. They just sit there pretty as a young milk maid and do nothing. It's like being held Internet hostage. I virtually have to log off my computer to get out. Why?

Then I have been to sites that completely freeze up my computer. Once again I have to log off to get out.

You may try to go to a link but there is nothing there. Don't these people update their sites? And then I try to complete a task and it says to click on 'here' but there is no 'here'. Where is it? Why do they make everything so difficult?

I went to a site for a specific theatre website to the 'Contact Us' menu and they just told you the locations. You could not 'contact us' on that website. So why put that link there? I prefer to state my concerns or complaints in an email. I have better control over my emotions and I also leave a paper trail. Make sure you want to leave a paper trail.


So after spending several useless hours today - not all useless, I have decided to quit for the weekend. I can feel the withdrawals already. So in my search today I was searching for - Internet Speedway: they have been doing heavy duty advertising on the radio. I checked them out and came across an interesting website. (I was able to get out of this one.)

It was called Internet Speedway - SCAM. It was very informative. It looks like many people have been scammed by them and this was a sounding board. I'm glad I checked this site out and it was the only user friendly site I found all day.

Postal,

Mr. Pid

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Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with myself and peanut butter. Yes, peanut butter! When I was young we would visit my aunt and uncle on their farm. My aunt would make wonderful peanut butter and butter sandwiches. She used this strange (to me) peanut butter with oil laying on the top and little lumps in the peanut butter. Oh, it was so good. My mother never bought this strange concoction for our family. We had the smooth well known brand.

Life went on with the popular brand of peanut butter. I never really thought about my aunt's special peanut butter until this year. I decided to eat healthy. I love peanut butter. My decision was to go as natural as possible.

I stood there in the peanut butter aisle and observed the many choices. There is quite a price discrepancy between the brands. I am tight-fisted (cheap) so in the past I always purchased the cheaper brand and most times that would be the store brand. I read the labels of all the peanut butters. The organic peanut butter has two ingredients. The smooth creamy peanut butter has many and many of the words I cannot even pronounce - let alone know what they are.

After recovering from - STICKER SHOCK - I chose the organic brand of peanut butter. At least I know what I am eating. Accepting the price was one road stumble the appearance was another. Yuck!!! Once it has been stirred it is viewable; still not creamy and smooth but still it has two ingredients. Ingredients that I know what they are and from whence they came from.


My taste buds have never been happier and my organic peanut butter brings back wonderful childhood memories. From now on I vow to take the path less traveled.

In great health,

Mr. Pid

Daily Gripe

Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with yet another neighbor. This one lives behind me cattycorner (kittycorner-whatever). The other day on my return from work I hear loud screams. They seemed to be coming from my backyard. Scary thought- fenced yard - large mean dog patrolling the property. I rush out back and see nothing. The big bad mean dog is asleep on duty. He doesn't even get up to greet me. I hear silence.

I go inside and begin to remove the work clothes. Not a nice picture but here goes - half necked the screams begin again. Terror rushes through me. Has someone spied me in this half-dressed or undressed mode? That may cause screams like that! I run outside - yep, still half necked and listen. The wailing grows louder. I return inside to make myself presentable to the world.

I slip outside toward the back rear quadrant of my domain and listen. I have the cell phone in case I need to call 911. It seems the neighbors are having some type of dispute. What to do? Ignore it and listen for gunshots? I creep closer to the fence and the large tree to get a better view. The big bad dog-not-on-duty today lumbers over and sniffs my bare leg.

I listen to their heated argument which is - the kid didn't wash the dishes. Okay! The tirade continues and I go inside shut the door and go on with my life. Big bad dog follows me inside for his treat. Yeah, like he deserves a treat.

That very night is trash night. Actually not that night but trash pick-up in my neighborhood occurs at 2AM in the morning. Bright and early the next morning the trash has been picked up and the plastic trash cans are throw here and there. Rarely are they set back upon the curb in an orderly manner. Why? I think the trash haulers have a deal with trash can manufactures. See how many you can destroy today. Sell,sell, sell. The trash collectors probably get a kickback for every new trash can purchased.

So it's bright and early and the big bad watch dog needs his morning walk. Within minutes of the walk he decides to make the dump. Phew!!! It's big and stinky. It almost fills my plastic bag. YES, I always clean up after my pet - well most of the time.

So here I stand with this huge, smelly bag of - you know what and the walk has only just begun. I have 6 more blocks to go. I walk by the cattycorner (kittycorner) neighbors house. They don't own a truck with a big back bumper. There right in front of my eyes sits there lonely and empty trash can - right side up. I believe this is the first time I have seen a trash can replaced in an upright position in the driveway. Amazing!!!!!

I walk by and slip my bag of you know what into their upright empty trash can. Garbage pick-up isn't for 5 more days. Should be quite stinky by then.


Neighborly.

Mr. Pid