Little things that drive me crazy

I really, really want to complain about something, but I have a personal rule.  It started when my son went to college and, during those first weeks of adjustment, too often called with complaints.  I finally told him that for every bad thing, he had to first tell me something good.  That’s my rule.  So here goes.  Today’s subject is packaging.

The good.  I keep reusable bags my backseat and have trained myself to take them with me into the supermarket.  The bad.  If I have more groceries than bags, I ask for paper, which I then reuse to collect trash in my house.  Blithely, the bagger puts my excess groceries in plastic bags.  Four of them.

The good.  Nordstrom’s clerk asks if she can add my purchase to the bag I already have.  The bad.  A single tiny SD card arrives in the mail from an online vendor in a huge box.

The good.  Air pillow bags.  The bad.  Packing peanuts.

And now, what I really wanted to tell you about today.

The good?  We buy bottled water for the sake of portability, and, as wasteful as that may be, at least our brand uses 30% less plastic.  Kudos to Poland Springs for going green.

And the bad?  Pill bottles.  The vitamins I reordered just arrived, and take a look.

See the top bottle, the big one with the pills just over halfway up?  And the second, smaller one, barely one-third filled?  Both bottles are still sealed; look closely and you’ll see the plastic wrap circling the lid.  Neither bottle even has cotton between the pills and the lid, like the manufacturer doesn’t care to try to cover up what he’s done.  And it isn’t just this brand.  The problem is endemic.

Why, for so few pills, are these bottles so big?  Is it to fill the shelf with one’s own product?  Or simply to justify the price?

Whatever, pfrrrrrrrr.  That’s a raspberry.

Hey.  Thanks for listening.  I’ll do the same for you, if you have a gripe.  But first the good.  🙂

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  1. Pat Puckett on December 8, 2011 at 9:24 am

    The good news: My husband likes to grocery shop with me and he’s 6’4″….I’m 5′, so when the item I need is on the top shelf, not to worry, hubby comes to the rescue.

    The bad news: When I shop alone in a clothing store, I have yet to figure out why the small sizes are ALWAYS hanging on the top tier racks, and the large and extra large sizes are hanging on the bottom tier at my eye level. What is the logic in this?

    The good news: In the crowded parking lot, I’ve managed to find a parking spot fairly close to the cart corral, which comes in handy when you have several bags of bottles to return.

    The bad news: When I finish my shopping and return to the car, there are 3 or 4 shopping carts sitting right smack next to my car, and the cart corral IS EMPTY!!!

  2. Linda Wefler on December 8, 2011 at 12:52 pm

    First of all, I taught my kids HAT. Don’t make a decision when you’re Hungry, Angry or Tired. They are so glad they learned that from me, and I am glad I learned something similar, but I adapted it for them and me to remember it easily. It removes a lot of complaining, too..

    Second of all, I don’t like the chirping of birds that wakes me up before I’m ready to wake up…especially in the dark.

  3. Carol J. Garvin on December 8, 2011 at 1:38 pm

    My arthritis prescription in a pill bottle with a child-proof lid … that I have to get my husband to open! Pfrrrrrrr indeed!!!

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