Just the other day, I was in the store at the check out counter. I was purchasing these large eight roll packs of paper towel and large nine roll packs of toilet tissue. I asked the guy if he could put these large items in the larger plastic bags that they carry. He said okay and went to the back to get them. 

My question is why in the world are the backs in the back of the store? I know for a fact that they've had these large bags in for two weeks, now. Yet, no one has made or found the time to transport them to the front of the store at the checkout counter so that it'll save the cashiers a few steps when customers ask for them? That's not very smart on their part. 

Moreover, on his way back from obtaining the bags, I notice he's only brought out one large bag. Either they're being stingy with the large bags are he just can't count. I'll take steengy for two hundred Alex because before he reached the checkout line again, he got stopped by his manager and she scolded him about the doggone large bags. She said that she had already had some more ladies ask her about them. She just kept griping about them as if she owned the store or something. 

They're just large plastic bags. I ask for them because it makes it easier for me to transport them from point A to point B when I can actually carry them in something with handles. It makes things faster and easier. Apparently, this manager and her staff sees it completely opposite of such. 

The guy finally came back to bag my items up and he tried his best to stuff the bag with a large box of trash bags, a large nine roll pack of toilet tissue, and an eight roll pack of paper towel. He just kept struggling and struggling with it. Things kept falling out. People in line were getting irritated because my purchase was taking so long and it wasn't even my fault. If he would have brought out more than one sleazy plastic bag I could have been on my merry way and he wouldn't have had such a difficult time bagging my items. 

By the time he finished bagging the items, I found myself struggling to even hold the bag because it was so overstuffed with these large items that it made it difficult to even grab the handles and carry the bag like I'm supposed to be able to. The bag was overstuffed and he just defeated the purpose of even carrying the large bags in the first place. He may as well had not even bothered bagging them. 

Stores get on my nerves doing that mess - being stingy with their plastic bags. These people get mad at me as if I've asked them for their loyalty to a mob or something. It's so stupid and oh my goodness, does it irk me. It angers me so much. I'm like on my God, it's just a bag - a silly plastic bag. Who died and made these managers and cashiers the plastic bag police. They really should get off of it because it's not that serious. 

Then when they actually do have to venture to the back and pick up some bags, they end up having to make a long line of people wait and in turn that brings on attitudes that they themselves have to deal with when this person reaches their time in line for checkout. If you ask me, these stores are so selfish. They don't value other peoples time, other people's handicaps, and immobility's. 

Here's another thing, it irks me when I run in the store for one or two items, yet they don't want to give me bag when they obviously can see that the only thing I have on me is my wallet, and if I did bring in my full size purse I still wouldn't want to carry the item out the way it is. That's just tacky. It's nobody else's business what I purchased. When I walk out the store, I don't need every Tom, Dick, and Harry in my business. It may not be that serious to some but it's that serious to me, so don't crucify me for the way I feel. 

Just because I go in the store and buy one green pepper and it's already in the little plastic see through produce bags doesn't mean that I want to carry it out of the store in the open like that. That's tacky. 

Just because I go in the store and buy two boxes of cake mix doesn't mean that I want to carry it out of the store in the open like that. That's tacky. 

Just because I go in the store and buy a bottle of gas treatment liquid doesn't mean that I want to carry it out of the store in the open like that. That's tacky. 

Just because I go in the store and buy a jug of something and it already has a handle doesn't mean that I want to carry it out of the store in the open like that. That's tacky. 

Just because I go in the store and buy a pack of pens doesn't mean that I want to carry it out of the store in the open like that. That's tacky. 

IT'S JUST TACKY. IT'S MY BUSINESS AND MINE ALONE WHAT I'VE PURCHASED. YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE SO STINGY ABOUT A STUPID PLASTIC BAG. THESE PEOPLE ACT LIKE THEY GET PAID BASED ON HOW MANY PLASTIC BAGS THEY CAN WITHHOLD FROM THE GENERAL PUBLIC EACH DAY. IT IRKS ME TO THE FOURTEENTH POWER. 

I have no problem with relatives staying over a few days at my house. That's not a problem. That's what family is for. Well, I have no problem until this family member begins to impose; until this relative begins inflicting their extraneous comments, questions, and remarks upon issues and topics of which they weren't introduced to; until this realative begins intruding my person space and other off limits areas of my home; and until this realtive begins invading territory that's obviously off limits and nosing around in business that has nothing to do with them and that they weren't asked into.

There are several scenarios that always seem to occur when I'm housing a family member, and if more than one comes then the occurrence of these scenarios  increase greatly.  

Is it not enough that I allow you to use my computer? Must you also try and figure out every password associated with the device? Must you know the log in password to even get into the entire computer system in the first place? Must you know the password to MY twitter and MY facebook? Must you even know MY email password? I think not!

Passwords are there to create privacy and just because we're family doesn't mean I necessarily trust you. I love you, but I don't trust you, at least not enough to allow you to see the passwords to my electronic devices and accounts. You don't see me knocking down your door to try and obtain your personal information, so I ask that you have the same respect for me. That's what family is supposed to be able to do: respect each other. Of course, when the term, "family", is used some thinks that this phrase gives allowance for certain lines to be crossed. 

Just because we're family doesn't necessarily mean that I trust you enough to allow you to cross those lines. You should thank God that I even allow you to use my computer in the first place considering the last few times I let you use it, you broke it and forced me to get another one and another time you gave it a terrible virus that was hell trying to get rid of. Yet, you feel like I owe you something just because we have the term, "family", linking us together. I strongly differ. 

No, I don't think these same rules should apply to everyone else's family members and relatives, but they do apply to mine because they're overly nosey. They're not just nosey but they're overly nosey. They're always beating around the bush trying to cypher information out of me about this sensitive subject or that sensitive subject. No, they don't asks because they genuinely care; they ask because they're going to use the information against me later and then I'll hear through the grapevine that sew and sew heard this and that from my relative from here or there. To top it all off, by the time the story gets back around to me it's not even the original story I told them in the first place, but instead it's injected full of over exaggerations and bald-faced lies. 

Now, please tell me why I should even have a mind to trust a person like that, no less a family member. Those are the types of family members that one must keep at arms length. After you've been victim of their loose lips, then you just know better. A burnt child is afraid of fire, and while I'm not saying I'm "afraid" of them, I'm saying I know better that to let them in the next time because they'll just back door me later. 

Must you use my razor to shave your God knows what? I get it, you need to shave. Okay, fine, but don't use my razor and then have the nerve to not even wash it off. For one, that's unsanitary and for two you didn't even ask my permission. 

I don't care if you think I'm going to say, no. I'm saying no for a reason and it's my property and I have the right to say no if I doggone well please. That's the beauty of it being mine. 

When I visit at your house, first of all, I make sure that I've done the whole shaving and de-waxing process before I even visit you and if it ever came up where I needed a razor, I wouldn't even think about bothering your property because I would have been well prepared enough to actually bring a few extra shaving razors in the first place. 

As a smart traveling female, it's important to be very well prepared for any and every accident that you think could possibly happen that you could help. I show you that respect, now, why can't you show me that same respect? You like throwing around the term, "family", so here's a good time for you to show me how much I really mean to you as family. Respect me. That's all that I ask. Respect me, respect my things, and respect my house, and respect the property that it sits upon. 

Must you use my mouthwash and drink directly from the actual mouth of the bottle? I don't need your backwash in my mouthwash. There are small plastic cups sitting at the head of the sink for a reason. USE THEM! Wait a minute, here's a better idea. Bring your own mouthwash. My home is not a hotel where you get to do any and everything you like to the hygiene products because these hygiene products are mine and solely mine. 

No, I'm not being selfish. In the past I've let you use my mouthwash and then I find out this is how you actually use it. That's disgusting. Use the plastic cups, don't drink straight out of the bottle. It's not yours personally, it's mine that I use on a very daily basis, buddy, so have so respect or just bring your own. They make travel sized toiletries for a reason. 

Another thing, don't use my shower gel. You know it's my own personal bottle of shower gel. I tell you that up front and ask you not to use it because I have supplied you, as the guest for the weekend, with other soap accommodations, but do you respect my wishes? 

No, no you don't. You come out the bathroom, and what do I smell as you glide your disrespectful ungrateful behind by me? I smell cherry blossoms on you. I smell lavender on you. I smell cucumber melon on you. 

I specifically asked you nicely not to use my shower gel. What's wrong with dove soap? What's wrong with the dial soap? It's a perfectly brand new bar sitting there on the porcelain soap dish for you, but what do you do? You overlook it. You freaking overlook it!! You don't do it by accident. No, you do it on purpose as if the conversation we just had never ever happened. It's like you're a child and I just told you not to  touch the cookies, yet what I told you you couldn't have you grew even more attracted to it. What in the world is wrong with you? Really, what's wrong with you? There's obviously something wrong. 

Sure, I could just remove all of the things I would rather not be touched out of the bathroom, but I shouldn't have to especially when the guest is a grown adult. It's my bathroom so I shouldn't have to move a thing. They should  be adult enough to grasp the concept of eyes on and hands off. I shouldn't have to pack up half my bathroom just for a two to three day weekend stay of an imposing relative. Then again, while I shouldn't have to, their behavior nevertheless enforces me to do so. 

I'm nice enough to leave the magazines and catalogs in the book caddy of the bathroom but do value that small luxury enough to even put the books back after you finished looking at them? No. If you did I wouldn't run into a mound of magazines and catalogs strolled over the hamper. The same amount of energy it took to pull the book; it's just the same amount to put it back. It's not difficult. Once again, I don't do any of this when I come to your home to visit. Is it that hard for you to show me some curiosity?

Honestly, I could go on forever and ever about the invasion of privacy and space of which I suffer at the failure of my visiting relatives, but I won't. I think you get the idea, anyway. 

These are just a few things that really irk me about imposing family members. I do everything in my power to make them feel at home during their stay, but they don't appreciate it and if they do they sure have a file way in showing it. They take my kindness for weakness and I'm tired of always having to hold my peace just because we're family. Sometimes family needs tough love and that's just point blank. 

I was out late this morning running a bucket of errands all the way into the heat of the afternoon. I've read that the hottest time of the day usually occurs between two and four o'clock, and I can definitely attest to that.

For one of my last errands, I had to rush into another store to pick up an item or two. I got my two items, got in line, and patiently waited. Please tell me why when you first walk in the store you see that the lines are moving at nice steady pace, but when you actually get up there to wait in the checkout line, yourself, then things want to slow down?

Nevertheless, I'm standing in this line. It's six people ahead of me besides the current customer that's currently being rung up. I'm standing there fanning with a word search puzzle book, trying to cool off, when all of sudden I hear this scratchy, irritating, squeakily strong voice raising sand about the price of some funyuns. She was fussing at the cashier about how it's not supposed to cost a dollar, it's supposed to be two for a dollar.

Okay, now, I get that a lot of people are struggling and are on a fixed income, especially in this economy, so I'm not being insensitive, but let me say that the woman had a buggy full of food and what nots. All of that is her business, but it just amazes me that she would actually stand up there and fuss about the price of a bag of funyuns.

Here's the kicker, she's raising so much sand about the price of the funyuns that she forced the cashier to call the manager. Yes, you heard me correctly, call the manager over a bag - ONE BAG - of funyuns.

I'm just standing there thinking to myself, "Is this woman really serious right now? I've been in and out of stores for the past several hours in the heat of the day and this woman picks today of all days to raise sand about the price of one bag of funyuns! It's already enough of a headache that I'm the eighth person in line! I'm standing here and I'm hot. My makeup is literally sweating off my face! I have a throbbing migraine that's worsened by the heat!!!!! Is she serious?!!!"

Well, she was obviously serious but I could tell that the manager shared some of my same thoughts when she reached this unhappy customer. Customer service is truly a punishment as opposed to a positive opportunity to make someone's day out of the goodness of your heart with the mere icing of check when it comes to customers like this unruly, confrontational woman.

This woman was completely oblivious unto the line of customers standing behind her. She made it her duty to walk the manager to the potato chip shelving and point out exactly where the darn funyuns were seen sitting before she picked them up. I mean, she literally held up a line full of people with inpatient children, screaming babies, and stressed out adults. (Thank God, I only had myself to worry about.)  It's like she felt like the good Lord was supposed to freeze time for her when she had a problem. No, no, no! The world doesn't work like that. You have to be considerate of others around you - a concept of which she obviously overlooked and shut out of her mind - unfortunately for the rest of us.

The manager told her that the funyuns were placed in the wrong spot. Now, any frequent shopper with common sense knows that people pick up items and then drop them down in the wrong place all the time. I'm not saying that that makes it right, but I'm saying she (as old as she was) should have had enough sense to know better than that. Just because she picked the funyuns up from a spot where the sign said two for a dollar and where a whole different kind of chips sat doesn't mean that that particular sign actually pertained to the funyuns. A clear sign was that where she picked the funyuns up from, there wasn't a chip in the mix that matched the funyuns. The funyuns were coupled with several rows of completely different kinds of chips.

Maybe, she thought because of where she found them that the manger would pull some strings and just decide to give them to her for the price for which they were falsely placed. Oh, well, it didn't go her way, and I almost wished it did. If it would have got here in and out of the line quicker then, yeah, I'm all for it.

Then, she had the nerve to fuss out the manager. The manager isn't the one who put the funyuns back down in the wrong place. People are in and out of the store all the time, so she need not get an attitude with the manager.

A manager is human just like everyone else. It's not like they have heightened senses and instincts that allow them to sense when folks are picking up and putting down the items back in the wrong spot. It's not like they can spot these customers through the aisles with their x-ray vision and shoot fire at them for punishment for doing such a thing.

This woman just really irked me today. She really put a boot in my somewhat happy mood that I previously had. I thank her for that - bang up job. It was just too hot for her to be raising sand all over the store with the staff there over some doggone funyuns!!! The cashier holding her long, long, long purchase in the computer waiting for her to decide if she wants the funyuns or not based on a fifty cent difference. I thank her, once again. Wow, could my day had been any better?!  Of course, it had, but I thank God that it wasn't any worse.

Moreover, I'm not condeming the woman for wanting to be compensated for a deal, but in this case she was just being selfish of the time and petty all at the same time. I expect more from my elders. Her behavior was shameful and unwelcome, to say the least.

It irks me when a group of children swarm an area and consistently keep bumping into me and hitting me and hitting my chair. Parents and guardians should instruct their children of the proper behavior when in a public venue. I'm not saying they have to act like their in the presence of royalty, but I'm saying to just please have some decorum. Parents, just please control your children.

It makes no sense for children to be allowed to run rampant. What spurred this topic? I went out to dinner this Sunday and I was just sitting there minding my own business, enjoying the company of my mother and grandmother, when I see a group of rambunctious children running towards my section of the restaurant. When they reached their table, I thought to myself, "Oh my God, are they seriously sitting behind me? I mean, like directly behind me!!" 

These children were unaware of their surroundings. How do I know? They kept bumping into people. They kept accidentally hitting people. They kept kicking and hitting my chair. They were completely oblivious to the type of environment they were in. The parents weren't even paying attention to what their children were doing and how their children were acting. I don't get it. It was four adults total with this party and yet, no one said anything to any of the children. I was like, "This is a restaurant, not a zoo."

Now, while I hate to compare any child to an animal, sometimes if the shoe fits (then where it). Animal is defined as: an inhuman person; brutish or beast like person. If a child is choosing to act like a brutish or beast like person, then there's obviously a whole in the parenting methods. I mean, no offense no anyone because no one likes their parenting skills tested or questioned, but at the same time people should think about things like that before they decide to go out in public and allow their children to put on a display of craziness. What a child does and how a child acts so heavily reflects upon the type and quality of parenting that they are receiving.Of course, some parents and guardians just really don't care and feel like that no one should say anything to them about their children no matter how much or in what way their rambunctious children affect others lives and surroundings. I can respect it, but I don't have to agree with it one way or the other, so to each their own.

I know children will be children, but children are called children for a reason, and they need guidance from their parents/guardians. Some children just don't know or realize what's going on or they get so excited and wrapped up in the moment that they, yeah, act a little crazy and uncontrolled. Nevertheless, that type of behavior is not always acceptable, especially in such a public venue, like a restaurant. A child is defined as a person between birth and full growth, therefore I would presume that a person between infantry and adulthood would be in mountainous need of strong guidance and positive avenues of development.

Once, again my intent is not to offend anyone, and if I did then I do apologize and ask for your forgiveness. You know yourself and you know the type of person and parent/guardian you are, and if this doesn't apply to you, then it just doesn't apply to you. You, my dear, can disregard this article. In other cases, please, improve your children. Today's incident just really irked me. I was heavily irritated and I just needed to purge. God Bless You.

It irks me when I go into a store on a mission and then I come across somebody that's just wandering around - slowly wandering around and ends up crossing my path with there spaced mind, as if they have all the time in the world. I know that there are those who are stressed, have a lot on their mind, and don't know rather they're going or coming some times. To those people, I say a prayer for and exclude them from my any further complaints.

For instance, I was in Walmart today and it was extremely crowded. I mean, with just a few more customers it could have been a Black Friday crowd all over again. It was just crazy how crowded it was, but that's not my point because I'm used to the large crowds anyway. The only thing I ask from other selfish individuals is that when you're going into a store of which, you yourself, know is crowded and you know that you really kind of don't know what you're want or you just happen to be the slow type, please plan to have some consideration for other folks who know what they want and are doing their best to get in and out of the store.

Recognize that you are not the only one shopping in the store. Recognize that there are others who are actually in a rush. Recognize your surroundings. Recognize that it is a possibility for you to get bumped into in a crowded store where a person is truly in a hurry. (I'm not saying that as a threat but as actual situation that I've seen occur with my own eyes as a result of someone's slothfulness.) Recognize that there are those folks who are completely opposite of you and rush around in the store like a chicken with their head cut off and you know that you're one of those people who looses their mind when someone ACCIDENTALLY bumps into you.Recognize that while you may not be hurry, someone else is,

It absolutely irks me when I'm trying to get by someone who's standing in the way of a item I'm trying to pick up and quickly get to my next destination. It's like, "Hello, if you just move I can quickly get what I need and be out your way, as well." Help me help you." Sadly, there are those people who just don't think that way, which is why the good Lord gave me patience. Patience is a virtue of which I practice on a daily basis. Patience is something that I'm proud and thankful that was taught to me.


1 Thessalonians 5:14: Now we * exhort you, brethren, cwarn them that are * unruly, ecomfort the feebleminded, fsupport the weak, gbe patient toward all men.

It really irks me when I'm in line waiting for a cashier to finish ringing my items up so I can pay and leave and the next person that's waiting to go after me comes right up beside me, as if I called for their assistance or something.

I wish people would just realize that I am the one that's currently being waited on. Those are my items that are being rung up to be bagged and placed in my buggy. It's me that this cashier is carrying on casual conversation with. Are you that stupid or are you just that nosy?

Oh my goodness, that really just truly irks me. You need to respect my personal space. When I'm waiting in line at a store to be rung up, I do not boldly trample up further to stand beside this person. Why? I don't know this person. I don't care to know this person. It's none of my business how this person is paying or how much they're spending. I stay behind the barrier of my buggy. I know and have no problem with respecting other people's personal space. I wish others would return this favor to me, as well.

There's no need for this complete stranger to be hip to hip or elbow to elbow with me while I'm trying pay for my purchase. I get so offended when someone does that. I do not need this person to know my four-digit debit card number. What if, God forbid, I happened to drop it on my way out of the store and the person that was so close to me in line was the one to the find the card? They would have absolutely no problems in using my card because they would already know my number and why -- all because they invaded my personal space while I was in line paying for my purchase.

All I ask of people is that please respect my personal space. It's not that I'm anti-human relations are anything; it's just that I have right to my own space, especially while doing something as person as paying for my purchase, especially when I'm using a debit card. Please, just back up. I'm not exaggerating. This really happens to me all the time. People - complete strangers just come smack dab up to me and stand right beside me, as if they're the ones being waited on at the moment.

When this happens to me I don't even say anything to this person. I act just like they don't exist all in an effort to be polite because I am woman enough to realize that some people honestly just have a lot on their minds and don't really have conscience parameters of what they're doing at the time. I don't like confrontation and I don't have time for it.

On the other hand, some of them actually do realize what their doing and it's that they just do give a hoot about how their affecting or offending the complete stranger of whose space they are completely invading. While it really does irk me, I just refuse to start an argument with a complete stranger about something like this. Like I said, I just don't have the time or energy to bicker about something like this. It's a big deal to me when I'm in the moment but not big enough for me to really say something to this complete, oblivious, stranger. I mean, if their that oblivious, then they're just really not worth my time anyway.