dunderheads among us

Today, I am offering up a Public Service Announcement.  If you are reading this, you are the public and I am offering a service.

Buckle up. 

dunceLast night, a friend and her husband were leaving a restaurant.  Once outside they were screamed at by a schmuck.   If you don’t know what a schmuck is, let me use a different word…. buffoon.  They were walking out the door of a restaurant located in California, USA.

Here is the service:  Today is 2014.

We are not living in the 1930’s.  We are living in America.  People can and do marry people of different cultures and backgrounds.  NO ONE CARES what color your skin is!  No one cares what country your great grandparents came from.  People only care if you are a ninny.  Stop behaving like a ninny!

In the words of my four-year old grandgirlie, “REALLY PEOPLE?”

(Here is where I want to be a young, salty Sailor and scream ~TYPE ALL IN CAPITOL LETTERS and use profanity to describe this person.  However, I am not sure you are allowed to do that during a Public Service Announcement?)  I always had better success at correcting my children when I spoke very, very quietly.  They knew something was about to taught.

Like when I give myself a budget to buy a present…..  I am much more creative, if I have to use my noodle.  So, no swearing during a PSA.  I am only allowing myself to utilize creative words to describe this half wit.

Seriously?  Have you and your pea sized brain been living under a rock?  Let’s be honest here.  It must stink pretty bad under that rock?

Sometimes, I write my blog post to teach my “kids” something that I want them to learn.  I am NOT writing this to my four adult grown children.  They don’t need to be taught this.  They are well-educated, intelligent, smarty pants people who would never stoop to such stupidity as did this dolt.

It hurts my heart.  Oh sure, I have heard all kinds of nastiness from my own family.  Here’s a test, marry someone from another country in 1982.  Yep, folks, there were numskulls back then, too.

Fast forward to today, 2014, I had no idea that an under educated ninny & buffoon was roaming among us?

This is nasty and naughty behavior.    Someone needs to dust off his book of “how to behave like a normal, kind, well-educated person” book.

I wish I was strong enough to call you out.

You are an imbecile.

You are an idiot.

I wish I could wash your mouth out with soap.

If it happened to me, I can only hope I would be strong enough to keep my mouth closed and move along.

Ignoramus like that don’t deserve our breath or energy.

Public Service Announcements are so cleansing and helpful.

Glad I could be of some service today.

The End.



send coconuts, cure rudeness

Monday morning is probably not the best day of the week to go to the post office.   Hindsight is 20/20.

I lost 41 minutes of my life, standing in line.  I did keep my good manners intact.  I did make polite conversation with the man in front of me and the three teens behind me.  I didn’t yell, scream, swear or stomp my feet.  By minute 38, I did almost dissolve into a mess of tears.  Good news, I held it together.    It only took about 2 hours and 4 miles on the bike to have me laughing about it.

In a ridiculous attempt to “be nice” I wanted to share TWO quilting magazines that I had read.  I wanted to mail them from Washington to Florida.  Heck, the magazines cost $6.00 each, I thought it would be better to share than recycle.

Long, boring, frustrating story later………….I paid $9.64 to mail said TWO magazines.  Fingers crossed they actually make it to Gainesville.  I sort of actually hope, the workers open the envelope, read the magazines, gather a few good quilting tips and then pass them on to their final destination.  Thus bringing the cost of the magazines and postage down a bit more.

Part of my frustration was the postal worker attempt to use a calculator.  Third time was a charm.  Here’s the thing, I was over the moon frustrated, then it all came clear this morning.  I was doing a little research about “our” yes, we the tax paying public, pay for the privilege to have a post office in this country.

To work in the postal service there is NO high school diploma/GED required if you are over 18.  Okay, that helps me understand some of the problem.

Yesterday, in an attempt to blow off some steam I wrote about this to a few family and friends.  Instead of calming me down, everyone used words to describe their post office experiences like:  SNARKY, LAME, NOT EDUCATED, FRUSTRATING, RUDE.

Really?  If I was rude, snarky or lame to my customers, I am guessing I would not have many customers to be snarky towards.

Average postal worker makes $72,000. per year with paid vacation, retirement plan and benefits.   Seems like the day you got hired, you probably went out to Olive Garden to celebrate with your family?  woohoo!  I got the job.  I am guessing you ironed your uniform shirt for that first day.  good times, good times.

The post master general Patrick Donahoe (while making 10 times less than his Fed Ex counter part) makes a base salary of $436,540. yearly.

The post office lost 2 BILLION dollars in the last 3 months.  Yes, I typed BILLION. Oh sure, they have made some “business deal” with Amazon.com to deliver packages in some areas on Sundays and yes, this should generate some dollars………….I am pretty sure it won’t balance out the books.

I own and run a business.  If one month, I had to explain to my co-owner (Mr. Right) we lost $5.00 this month, he would clear his throat and say, let’s talk.  If he received an email from one of our customers saying I was not polite and I was snarky, I think he would say, first you owe an apology to a customer and second, maybe this isn’t your niche?

coconut 1In an attempt to put out more good karma than bad, I want to give the post office more of my money.  Yes, indeed. (son number 2 had a brilliant idea and I want to capitalize on that fine idea)  I think if we all take a moment to mail a coconut, yes, coconut to a friend or family member, this would generate oodles of money and work for the postal workers……..thus helping them balance their OUR books.  coconut 3

So get out their people, buy a coconut for the cause, send a loved one some goodness!  


Just think how happy we will make the postal workers?  This might be the answer to all those grumpy, grouchy, snarky, rude folks?  They will be swimming in coconuts and laughing and smiling and happy and grateful to have a job.   In turn, when going into a post office, to mail two flat magazines,  the employees will all be wearing island style shirts, smiling, laughing, helpful all while tropical music  played in the background. coconuts 2

Thanks for coming in folks and have a GREAT day!