There are some things that I get a little cranky about. Things that make me feel like shaking my fist while simultaneously tucking my Kleenex back into my sleeve as I yell at the neighborhood hooligans to get off my lawn. Really, it's not actions that bother me, it's money. Big ticket items don't usually do it - I expect some things to be expensive. Most often, it's cost of the smaller stuff that bugs me. And I discovered that I'm not alone - a couple of weeks ago, my pool buddy Nancy and I went on a verbal tear as we kickboarded up and down the pool, ranting (and laughing at our cranky selves), as we bemoaned the things that aggravate us.
One thing that makes my Cranky Old Lady come out is the cost of postage stamps. Stamps! Back in the olden days (read: the early 1970s), I remember that it cost me (well, really my mother as she was the one who actually bought the stamps) eight cents to mail a letter. By the time I'd gotten a pen-pal, it cost 10 cents for a stamp. Once I became an adult and had to buy my own stamps, I got a little stingy with them...god forbid anyone ask for a stamp from my stash without a very good reason. Bill paying made me extra cranky, because not only was I having to write out checks to pay bills(!), but I had to use a stamp to mail each bill(!!) - I cannot tell you how happy I've been ever since online bill pay became available. No check writing, and no stamps! Also, the "Forever" stamps make a difference to me, because there is no monetary amount on them...somehow not seeing that number helps me to forget how much I'm spending to mail something. Don't get me started on the cost of cards now, either - just know that if you ever receive a store-bought card from me, IN THE MAIL, well...you're someone very special. Jeff thinks that I am insane when it comes to stamps and tries to keep his own stash on hand, so he can mail something without getting the third degree from me. I know...it's quite unreasonable, my issue with stamps.
And another thing that bugs me is the cost of a locker at my gym. I haul a huge tote bag crammed with swim fins, a kickboard, swim paddles, goggles, swim cap, ear plugs, lap counter, towel, shampoo, makeup and clothes into the gym every time I go swimming. It would be nice to leave most of that stuff in a locker, so I checked to see how much more it would cost each month to add a locker to my gym rate. Do you know, they wanted nearly $10 extra A MONTH??? That's ridiculous, right? Of course I didn't get one - I'll keep schlepping my big bag of crap to and from the car. But here's where my Cranky Old Lady is not doing me any favors - I'll be damned if I'm going to pay THAT MUCH for a locker, but I have no problem getting an iced latte from Starbucks several times a month, on my way home from swimming. Which adds up to more than the cost of the locker. But I
Nancy confessed that she turns into a Cranky Old Lady when she has to pay for parking. Especially when going to a doctor's office - not even a hospital, mind you, but a regular doctor visit. Now, she used to live in Houston and that's where she encountered that issue - luckily we don't have very many "pay" parking areas in our little town, except for on the campus of A&M. But yeah, I totally get her crank about paying for parking - because usually you're going to spend money by either shopping (or paying the doctor), and that extra charge to park just seems wrong.
What about you - what turns you into a Cranky Old Lady? C'mon, spill - I can't be the only one out here with these crazy pet peeves!