With Good Reason

Yes sir, I can get cranky. You might have noticed that.

I've gotten so comfortable using drive up ATMs that I almost never visit the lobby of a bank anymore. But sometimes I must.

Yesterday I must. Musted. Mustered. Ah, jeez, I had to actually go into the bank. It reminded me why I love my drive up ATM.

There was a line in the lobby.

And there were only two tellers available.

And they were both serving customers.

And both customers were on their cell phones when they ought to have had their attention on their business with the bank, thereby delaying everyone in line all the more as well as being rude to the tellers and the rest of us.

And I became cranky. With good reason, I think you'll agree.

Hotel Snob

I joke from time to time about wanting to become a curmudgeon. There are days however when I actually believe I'm becoming one. 

With my job I sometimes have overnight trips. When this happens I do not stay in dives but I don't stay in five star places either. I'm not going to name the places I'm talking about because I know how internet algorithms work and do not want to be inundated with pleas and queries about how to make things better. I don't want the bother and I recognize that it could all be just me.

Anyway, on one such overnighter this year I found the coffeemaker not quite right, and the shower water not quite hot enough, and the cable selection not quite what I would have liked, and the pillows not quite fluffy enough, and the this and the that and the other thing. But intellectually, I know there really wasn't anything wrong with anything. It was all good. Then at my next stay at a similar inn I found myself thinking the same things all over again.

So am I in fact becoming a curmudgeon or simply a hotel snob? Not that either are truly admirable qualities I suppose. I simply feel I can justify curmudgeonly behavior a bit more readily.