I‘ve been contemplating a column lately which includes some rants that I wish to share. I’m sure some of you will be able to relate to my frustrations. Let me know your thoughts at [email protected].
• To the disgusting human being (I use those last two words lightly) who purposefully poisoned my cat — there is a special place in hell for you. I know we are not all cat lovers, let alone pet lovers, but to stoop so low as to poison a neighbor’s cat because it may be in your flowers, is downright disturbing.
There is something demented about a person who removes a cat’s collar with ID tag and then either feeds her poison or sprays her with something toxic in the hope that she will die, and then when found, the owner would not be known.
Well, surprise! SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS later and with a lot of TLC, she’s still alive. I don’t know how you can live with yourself. Just chasing her away or squirting her with water would have worked just fine.
• To the people who can’t even eat a meal without your cell phone, I say grrrrrr. Can you not even carry on a conversation, let alone enjoy your meal without checking your cell phone every two minutes? Honestly, how rude is that?
When they check them and then answer back, that’s like butting in when someone else is talking. That drives me crazy! At the recent pre-season Rider game, I don’t know how many crowd pictures were shown on the jumbotron with people on their cell phones. If you’re not going to watch the game, get out of the seat and let someone who enjoys the game occupy it. Ridiculous!
• My last rant is about the so-called ‘emergency system’ that the city operates. Two weeks ago, at 12:05 in the morning, my phone rang. John was out of town so I was home alone. I bolted out of bed, reached for the phone in my bedroom, only to discover it wasn’t there. I sprinted down the hall to the kitchen, stubbed my toe on a kitchen chair, ran into the island and then knocked the cordless phone to the floor.
Scattering around on my knees in the dark, I located the phone and hesitantly pushed the ON button.
My hands were shaking, my heart was pounding, my foot was throbbing and at the other end of the line was an important message on tent caterpillar spraying. WHAT!!! By now I was shaking uncontrollably and didn’t know whether to throw the phone or pour myself a short one.
Where the heck is the emergency? I signed up for this service to pre-warn me about imminent emergencies that may arise. Tornadoes, hail, heavy downpours, inclement weather — not spraying of tent caterpillars or construction on Government Road.
The worst part was that I was now wide awake, home alone and every noise was magnified a million times. Not only that, but every time I nodded off, giant furry things were crawling in my bed. Gross!
Unfortunately, the next day on Facebook, people were dumping on the Mayor.
Obviously it wasn’t her fault, but when you’re ‘in charge’, you are the person that people are going to blame. It was probably something as simple as someone programming a.m. instead of p.m. but when you are a business owner, a manager or even a parent, you’re the person accountable.
Human error does happen, even to the best of us, although my purple toes and bruised hip beg to differ!
