The Absence of Common Sense

Several incidents in past 3 days gave me time to reflect on the beleaguered American workforce. Alas, what I found ain't pretty folks. Where is our common sense?

I walked into my local Lenscrafters the other day and am stopped by this tall African-American lady who barked out, "What do you want here?"

I looked around quizically, and said, "You sell shoes here right?"

She didn't get the humor but the gals at the optomotrists desk did. What did she think I was doing at an eyeglass shop? I have to wonder how some people manage to find the door on their way out of the house each morning.

There is an absolute flurry of activity going on right now at Casa Runyon. The carpet installers are here so that meant my having to get all the little stuff boxed up and put away leaving only the furniture. As I sit at the kitchen table while that stuff is going on, the pool repair guys are in the backyard drawing straws to see who gets to jump in the 50 degree water to change out the pool lights. At least it's not me.

Now the carpet guys are an interesting pair. I could hear their moans of disgust at having to move the furniture. I don't get it. This is their job. Do they think husbands and wives make better furniture movers than a couple of 250 pound guys? When the carpet salesmen showed up it's not like he didn't see furniture in the house. He priced his bid accordingly. I even helped these guys since my back is 100% better (the discs probably exploded earlier this morning but I can't feel anything - haha), yet they still have this look on their face, like, "Who's gonna lift THAT?"

"Hold on a second guys, let me get my wife, she can do it."

The pool guy is stalking the pool like a shark circling its prey. He doesn't want to jump in the pool but he has to. And since I'm not paying him by the hour, he can stare at the water all day long to see if that will make it warm up. Why he doesn't have a wetsuit is his problem. To me, that would make perfect sense.....that the pool light repairman would have a suit and be able to jump in and out of cold pools all day long. Nope. He's gonna waste a couple of hours and psyche up to make the plunge. Surely someone must have thought about the pros and cons of buying a wetsuit?

My glasses did manage to get done within about an hour. This is a good thing since I can read small print again.

The carpet guys are on their umpteenth break and hundreth sigh.....You'd think they would be happy to be working? If only they could get a management job....Then they would have to shower every day.

The pool guy? He left. He got all the way up to his ankles and then backed out.