Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Ranty McRanterson

I am totally sick of commercials with snotty children in them.  If you're a business and you have snotty kids in your commercials, I won't be buying your products.  I'm looking at you, Cascade.  Yeah, I rinse my dishes before I put them in the dishwasher. And no snotty little girl is going to convince me that buying your product will stop the need for doing so.  What kind of out-of-touch marketing moron did you hire to think up that piece of brilliance? 

Apparently, I'm not the only one annoyed by the above.  When I went online to make sure it was indeed a Cascade commercial, I found several other people ranting about it.  In fact, there's a whole forum page devoted to ranting about that commercial.

In other news, I went to the bait shop for the first time in a long time.  I needed more worms and I wanted to get the skinny on that robbery they had a while back.  The skinny on the robbery was that it was two white youths in masks who approached the gal at the cash register with a knife.  She initially thought they were kidding and slapped their hands away from the register.  One of them snatched her cell phone and they ran off.  They have not been apprehended.  Little assholes.  Who the hell do they think they are?  Trying to rob an old woman at knifepoint.  Gah.

I also learned that one of the two old women who work there passed away about a month ago.  I was totally bummed.  I really liked her.  She was quick-witted and funny and a total badass granny.  Her death was caused, apparently, by a combination of a fall which led to a broken hip and then shoddy care at a nursing home which led to another fall and a couple heart attacks.  You'll never catch me in a nursing home, lemme tell ya.  I mean, I was already against it because of what happened with my grandfather nearly 40 years ago.  This loss just underscores that point.

Speaking of shoddy care, the night after my grandfather had his stroke in 1980, grandma fell and broke her hip.  While she was in the hospital, she developed gangrenous bedsores and had to have her leg removed.  And that was only my first experience with shoddy medical care.  So, people shouldn't wonder why I don't trust the medical profession as a whole. 

There are other things I could rant about, but we'd be here all day.  Don't get me started.


  1. I...wow. About everything you said.

    No rants from me today. I'm trying very hard to keep my mellow going. Stormy is coming for the day on Thursday and I need to bank that $h!+ up for when he's here so you can go home in one piece. His day care people are taking a personal day. Only's in the middle of a big project and Baseball Boy is in the middle of baseball season and mid-terms. Jammie to the rescue but...dang.

    Anyway. Where was I? Oh...yeah. No ranting from me today. But dudette, you've been dealing with the harsh. ;)

  2. Snotty and whiny children drive me up the proverbial wall. Change the channel, quick!

    I'm too tired to rant. Maybe that's a good thing. ;-)