I Don't Get It

Some things just baffle me... I don't get it, I don't understand, and I never will. So, here now are a few things I just cannot comprehend...

- If you get in a fight with someone at work, talk it through, involve the supervisors or HR. If it still does not work, quit... but don't kill your co-worker. Hello?!?! That lab guy at Yale is nutty... obviously!

- If you plan to attend something you are invited to, please say "yes" to your invite, not "no" when you have every intention of coming. If everyone who planned to attend also said "no" we would assume no one is coming to the party. DUMB!

- Oppressed women in those ridiculous religious get-ups with their head covered and all. I understand it is your culture, but this is the year 2009... you are equal to your husband. Put on some shorts and make him cook you dinner!

- Twitter... it's like cyber-stalking. And the word "tweet" conjures up way too many images.

- Black jeans... you are not fooling anyone. We know they are jeans... you are not dressed-up, and neither am I in my blue jeans. We are equal.

- Jean shorts on men... enough said.

- People not responding to e-mails or voice mails. That is just plain rude!!! If someone leaves you a message or sends you a note, it almost always requires a response... give them one. I hate when people ignore those. Actually... I just hate being ignored, period.

- Iowa... why would anyone live there?!?! Okay, I know Minnesota is not much better, but come on.

- Children... while they are sweet, and cute, and fun to look at, they are also expensive, needy, and loud. I realize this makes me sound like a cranky, crotchety old man, but thank God Chad and I agree 100% on the "no kids" plan!

- People who write G-d instead of God. Okay, I admit, I did it too for the longest time. Then I asked my Rabbi. Writing out God is perfectly fine... it is not the holy, sacred way we write it. Then, and only then, are you to bury it. So go ahead... join me in writing God.

- Flight Attendants... why are they SO snobby. I understand all the gay boys want to be like you when they grow up, but minus some safety training and a CPR certification, you are a glorified waitress in the sky. Oy, I hope none of my readers are flight attendants because I am going to hear about this one.

There are MANY more I could write, but I will leave it at that for now. Perhaps I will do a "part 2" to this entry at a later date. For now, please feel free to share the things you do not understand by adding a comment below.

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