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Spoon rest

So the spoon rest, or whatever it's called, can be added to the list of crap that we buy that we really don't need. It's the thing people keep on their stove tops on which to place the utensil with which they're cooking.

Why?

So you don't get a little bit of food on the stove top? But now that little bit of food is on the spoon rest.

So you don't get a little bit of food on the pan lid? But now that little bit of food is on the spoon rest.

So you don't get a little bit of food on the counter top? But now that little bit of food is on the spoon rest.

No matter what, there's going to be something to clean. It makes more sense to put the cooking utensil on a paper towel that you can just throw away, doesn't it?

Travel

So it's 2007. That means it's after the 1940's. Meaning technology is supposed to be more advanced. Meaning things should be faster, better and prettier, am I right? Otherwise, what the hell are we doing here on earth and what the hell are we paying for? Instead, things are slower, worse and not as pretty, at least when it comes to air travel.

For what is supposed to be just a 2 hour flight, it took me 9 hours to get from my airport to my destination because they decide there is a problem with the plane AFTER all passengers have boarded, mind you. We backed away from the gate twice and still could not leave because they kept finding problems. So we de-planed and got on a different plane.

NINE hours. NOT faster.

These days you don't get the meals you request ahead of time. And I was on an old plane where we did not have our own tv screens, and the headphones didn't work.

NOT better.

And of course while we're sitting on the runway as they're trying to figure out what's wrong with the plane, the AC is not on. So I'm hot and sweaty.

Definitely NOT prettier.

Children at Heart

There is nothing like air travel to turn [seemingly functional] adults into children.

You have to eat what they give you (requesting a vegan meal gives you looks like you have 2 heads), you get woken up from a great nap to eat the crap they give you, they decide what you watch on tv, you eat like you're on a high chair (with a seat belt and little room to move), and you can't understand one freakin' thing over the intercom that they try to tell you.

Then you somehow, miraculously, make it to baggage claim. Here's where we really act like children. Everyone has to be right NEXT to the carousel and nobody can seem to realize that if everyone just stepped back a couple feet, everyone could see their bags coming. I mean, you don't have to be right by the carousel unless you're going to actually get your bag!

It's amazing the behavior we resort to just to get someplace.


Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?