More irritations of modern life

You may know that I’ve got the grumpy old man ‘condition’. Complaining is its chief symptom.

You may know that I’ve got the grumpy old man ‘condition’. Complaining is its chief symptom.

Incidentally, some people need, “conditions,” these days. They can be a sort of status symbol. For instance, a friend complaining about someone else qualifying for DLA said, “I was amazed, because he doesn’t have half as many ‘conditions’ as I have’”!

Sorry, I digress.

Last time out I was complaining about shops and supermarkets handing out too many receipts and other wee slips of paper. Now, here are two more irritations.

When you order tea for two or more in cafés you often get silly individual tea pots. Some of them hardly contain enough for one cup. It’s mean and you’ll also have footery things like tiny milk jugs to contend with. Isn’t it more ‘heartsome’ (An Ulster/Scots word?) to serve tea in a decent sized pot?

Full marks to local company, The Sandwich Company who have larger teapots in their excellent premises.

My other bugbear is slow customers needlessly holding up others up at supermarket checkouts. More often than not, the slowcoaches are elderly. First they look surprised that they’re expected to pay. Then the search for money or a credit card begins. That involves rummaging for ages in the bottom of a hand bag or checking every pocket, purse and wallet.

OK, you guessed it. It takes one to know one. Would it help if us old people were restricted to doing our shopping on, say Tuesday afternoons between say two and three o’clock?

Then we’d only hold up other old codgers.