Why?

Why do batteries come packed so tightly and securely that it takes three men and a boy to open them, and eggs are packed in flimsy Styrofoam?

Why do prescription pills come in tiny plastic bottles with a seal that requires something short of a blowtorch to open? Some of them require a child to remove the “childproof” cap.

Why do some foods, like crackers and cereal, need packaging that doesn’t open unless you cut off the top? Go ahead and try using both hands to pry it open. Keep a broom and dustpan handy to sweep cereal and crackers off the floor!

Cereal manufacturers! Have you noticed that Shrimp and some fish are packed in a re-sealable plastic envelope?

The can industry listened to consumers, and most lids can be opened fairly easily by inserting a finger in the nice round tab and (with a little strength) pulling the lid off. Well, okay, with considerable leverage and strength, but they can be removed without the old can opener.

Why, in 9 out of 10 service companies, do we have to scream and swear at AI idiots before we are connected to a real, live person who will not slow down and speak clearly to answer a simple question, instead of reading from their sales pitch? After I apologize and tell them I am not bilingual and that they should please slow down and speak clearly, they continue at the same unintelligible pace in a single breath.

The latest thing is that everything is shrink-wrapped in clear plastic.  Opening can be problematic and dangerous. I understand the need to protect the liquid, but eventually I want to open the bottle and use the product.

Another thing: Why can’t you tell me that an item is from another country and is subject to a tariff, and/or that the shipping time will be longer? Sometimes sizes made in another country are not the same as those made here in America. And why is it not proudly shouted that it is made in America?

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Hope your day is filled with fun and love. See you next time…

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Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

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