The other day I was thinking about my last couple of Blog entries and started to beat up on myself for dwelling on the “old age, aches and pains and senior stuff, and boring everyone. But then I remembered the name I gave my site, “rhinoroars”. Hell, bitching is what it’s all about and as so many of you know I have never had any problem doing that. Well, now I feel better and will be more comfortable with all my future complaints. Hopefully I’ll also be able to include a few enlightening and entertaining little tidbits. Now that I feel free to continue my extreme negative outlook on things I was thinking about a couple of things that annoy me.
We pay the cable companies dearly each month to watch television, but I’m starting to feel that all I’m paying for are commercials for which they’re also getting paid. I’m astounded daily at the proliferation of commercials. I don’t care what crappy channel you might be watching, you’re still inundated with 10 to 12 commercials during each break, and how quickly they come. I swear commercial time must be a real bargain these days. Just look at what we’ve had to endure during this election campaign. Everyone I speak to cannot wait till November 3rd. The stations might have to revert to using test patterns to fill the screens after the election. I wonder if the kids today even know what a test pattern is.
And please dear friends don’t wake in the middle of the night and try to watch something good on TV. No, no folks, its infomercial time. Think about it folks we’re paying all that money and now we’re paying to watch commercials.
Still on the TV band wagon I just have to know why all the political shows are on Friday and the stations feel like we need our dose of religion Sunday. I take care of my spiritual needs all by myself and make my regular church contributions. Now I’m also paying to watch multiple sermons on the tube.
The other day I filled up my Enclave and was mesmerized by that dial spinning madly and mounting up the dollars. At $3.00 per gallon I wasn’t surprised that the tab was over $50.00. And you know what, no young fellow ran out with rag in hand to find out if I needed my oil checked and then washing my windshield instead of me braving the wind and cold with that squeegee which still leaves those damn streaks. I used to get that wonderful treatment at .25 per gallon. If I asked nicely I probably could even have the air in my tires checked. All this was why they called that gas place a “Service Station”. Don’t you think its time they dropped the service word. That guy behind the bulletproof glass only takes your money. We do it all ourselves now and no one pays us or even says thank you.
Amazing, isn’t it, how they have us trained to accept.
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