Sunday, October 30, 2005

Pre-Packaged Food & Finger Torture

Do you ever morn the passing of the local grocer, well I do when ever I try to open pre-packaged food from the supermarket. I would love to make the people who invent the easy open packs do so in public surrounded by a group of old age pensioners. Now I’m not weak by any imagination, but the packaging on ready sliced meats defeats me. Why so that supermarkets can keep the food fresher for longer. Certainly not for your and mine convenience. Even if you buy sliced meats from the “Deli Counter” what do they do wrap it in plastic and then stick it down with a sticky price label these things are almost imposable to open. What do they think you are going to do slide a tin of beans in the bag? Boy do I wish we could go back to the days of brown paper bags. Which by the way are better for the environment as they are biodegradable?

Whilst I’m bitching about shops and bags who ever started the habit of giving you your change all in one lump, IE. Notes and coins they place it in your hand and you then have a choice of placing the whole lot in your pocket or holding the queue up whilst you separate the money and put the notes in your wallet and the coins in your pocket. Difficult to do if you are holding the items you have just brought.

Cheated yes I feel cheated; in the UK we have a thing called Day Light Saving. Twice a year we do a very silly thing in this country in the winter we put our clocks back and hour, so that 0200 becomes 0100. I think this goes back to the Second World War (see the history of daylight saving) . But what really goes up my nose is that whilst I should be happy to get an extra hour in bed, who the hell can sleep, the wife snores for England, the neighbours have found how to plug in there electric drill and that if they drill holes in the walls it wakes everyone up!!

So I get up and what does the trouble and strife say, how nice you are going to ring me breakfast in bed. So for the privilege off the next few months of having to go to and from work in the dark, I lose one hour of my life and the wife gets breakfast in bed.