Friday, March 19, 2010

How is everything?

I'm not embarrassed to admit that I like to complain a lot. Call it a case of chronic indignation if you like cause that really truly is what it is.

I think my points are valid, honest I do.

I don't like to be screwed, taken advantage of or made to look like a fool...who does?

Some people don't sweat what could be called "the small stuff"...and that's fine, to each his own.

I'll sweat enough for the lot of us.

Like at Micky D's when they put onions on my cheeseburger, when I specifically and politely ask for onion free...should I just shut up and eat it?

Daddio says yes, shut up and eat it.

That man could be served a dog turd on a bun and when the waitress came by to inquire as to its enjoyable palatability, Daddio (mouth full) would smile and mutter "fine, it was fine".

"Couldn't I at least just mention the fact that the turd was a bit overdone" I might beg Daddio.

"Just shut up and eat yours, you need the protein." would more than likely be his answer.

I'm not mean or belittling or condescending when I complain, I just want things to be as they were promised, or advertised.

My actions sometimes embarrass my family greatly. And it deep down hurt once when after a big ordeal small incident at a Michael's Crafts store where I was forced to march down an aisle and dramatically rip a sign off of a display because Ms Cashier couldn't find the sale item listed in her store circular and therefore it was not on sale and I must be totally off my rocker to be so insistent that the something I was purchasing was cheaper than it was ringing up. She didn't have to say cheapskate.... her loud sigh and over the top eye roll said it loud and clear.

Stomping back to the front of the line, whipping past the 35 customer backup in line behind me, I threw the sign down on the counter....

"Here, right here, see,     like    I     said    six    times    these   items    are    on    sale."

She begrudgingly took the three cents off of each bead, all 100 of them.

I turned and bent to be eye level with my very embarrassed children and said " I'm very sorry that I had to do this, but sometimes you just have to prove your point, it is not how much money I saved...it is the principal of the matter".

"It's okay mom" Sweet Prince Buttercup said "were used to this, you do this crap everywhere we go".

I've gotten calls recently from my darling daughter. She's been doing a lot of shopping lately and has had her "I ain't takin no shit" attitude tested. She has told many a victory tale. I am pleased as pie that she is passing this essential life skill with flying colors.

A chip off the ol' block.

I can't say the same for my sons...I am more than 100% positive, that on a regular basis, they eat rabbit pellets and dog turds without complaint.

5 comments:

  1. I have to admit, I'm one of the ones who won't say anything. Then complain about it in the car all the way home. And possibly for the next three days.

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  2. Ohhhh Jessi... come on over to the dark side, it's much healthier than carrying it around for three days (which I sometimes do in addition to complaining... :-) Thanks for commenting.

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  3. I am a complainer, and it horrifies my husband. He will cause more of a fuss begging me not to complain than I cause by calmly but firmly insisting that actually this item should cost 28p, not 30p, or in fact these nachos are meant to come with guacamole.

    I believe that we cannot expect better service unless we hold companies to (attainable, and as advertised) standards. We all have a responsibility to stand up for our rights - politely, calmly and with respect - be they for a few cents off a product or for guacamole with those nachos! My husband is welcome to stay quiet and enjoy his turd burger :)

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  4. I wonder if all men are like ours? Come to think of it, I don't recall knowing many who do complain (at least publically anyway). Glad to know I'm not alone. :-) (and thank you, as always, for your comment).

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