Are there things that really bug you?  Do you ever wonder why they did it that way?  Well here are the things that bug me, and since I don't know where to go to complain, I'll do it here. 

If  you are one of the ones that is responsible for this stuff, then please change it. 

If there is something that really bugs you that you want to see what I think of it, click on the "What is Your Response" button. 
Computer Viruses

Restroom Dilemma

Traffic Light Conspiracy

Carpool Lanes 

Smoking Section


Computer Viruses

Why do people keep sending out warnings about opening and reading email with certain words contained therein saying that if they open the email there is a virus that will destroy all their files.  I've gotten so many of these warnings, and each one is suspiciously worded the same, with the exception of the identifying words of the email.  You'd think after all this time of computer and Internet knowledge, people would know you have to download a file in order to get a other words, you have to download a file from the internet, a software program, a word document, etc.  Simply opening and reading email cannot send a virus loose on your hard drive to reek havoc.  But anyone concerned about viruses should be careful about opening attached word files, especially if they don't know the sender, or downloading files or software from other sources unless reputable (not just internet, but any disk or CD).  Also, anti virus software is a must.

So please, don't forward me any more of these warnings.

by Annie


Public Restroom Dilemma

Everyone has used a public restroom on occasion and I've never yet heard anyone talk about the size of the stalls in the women's bathroom.  Men have it easy, they usually don't have to go in a stall.  But we women do.  Don't get me wrong, I want a stall with a door, but can someone please design a bathroom stall that you can get in and out of. 

I'm not small by no means, but I'm not that big either.  A lot of people are bigger than me.  But have you ever noticed what you have to go through to get in and out of those things.  You open the door, which opens into the stall of course, you walk in, then you have to find a way to squeeze yourself between the door and the toilet to get the door shut.  Then getting back out seems even  worse.  You have to back all the way up to the toilet, sometimes even getting your clothing wet because someone didn't use a seat cover.  Do you know how many germs are on a toilet?

Now come on.  Who's designing these things anyway?  Why can't the doors simply swing out?  If you are worried about it hitting someone on the other side, I don't think there is much concern.  You can see out the bottom and know if someone is there.  There's more chance of getting hit by the entrance door. 

My solution:  I would like to see businesses at least change the hinges on their doors to swing out if they are not able to make their stalls larger. 

by Annie



Response from: Carol

When I was pregnant the only toilet cubicle I could fit into was the disabled one! I suppose we could always climb over the top.

Response from: Sue

I, too, am large, but not huge and, out of necessity, have become a contortionist when entering or leaving some of the small stalls. Being an analytical type person, when faced with such a situation, I have "eyed" the clearances if the establishment were to reverse the swing of doors, and sometimes, not always, but sometimes, it would be impossible to have the doors swing outwards.  So I just squeeze and squirm, inhale and squish, stand on tip-toes and straddle, doing whatever is necessary to extricate myself from the small stall with the poor door.  By the way, a friend of mine once actually did get stuck in a stall.  I'm not sure how she got in and closed the door, but she found it impossible to get out and had to have someone get the manager (a man) who then proceeded to remove the door with a screwdriver so that she could get out.  One of life's ultimate embarrassments, huh. 

Response from: Renee:

Amen, sister!  I thought  I was going to get stuck in one of those new, tiny stalls the other day.  I'm not that big, either, but you'd have to be a size 1 to get in & out of those stalls, without backing into the toilet!

Response from DiDi

I also have a problem getting in and out. I am small. But I went into one the other night with no stalls.three tolets lined side by side.I had another lady with me. I was so nevous I could not go pee.reminded me of a prisoner of war camp we lived in when i was 13 in California. It also upsets me when the doors are the same color as the wall. I panic. I can't see the door. Fear grips me. I have to feel my way out. My eyes are bad. I wish the doors were a different color.

THE PUBLIC TOILET - This is hilarious!!! I had to share this here...

My mother was a fanatic about public toilets. As a little girl, she'd bring me in the stall, teach me to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then, she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, never sit on a public toilet seat." And, she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat. But by this time, I'd have peed down my leg. And we'd go home.

That was a long time ago. I've had lots of experience with public toilets, especially those with powerful, red-eye sensors. Those toilets know when you want them to flush. They are psychic toilets. But, I always confuse their psychic ability by following my mother's advice and assuming The Stance. The Stance is excruciatingly difficult to maintain when one's bladder is especially full. This is most likely to occur after watching full-length feature film. During the movie pee, it is nearly possible to hold The Stance. You know what I mean. You drink a two liters of Diet Coke, then sit still through a three-hour saga because, even if you didn't wipe or wash your hands in the bathroom, you'd still miss the pivotal part of the movie or the second scene, in which they flash the leading man's naked derriere. So, you cross your legs and you hold it. You hold it until that first credit rolls and you sprint to the bathroom, about ready to explode all over your internal organs.

And at the bathroom, you find a line of women that makes you think there's a half-price sale on Mel Gibson's underwear in there. So, you wait and smile politely at all the other ladies, also crossing their legs and smiling politely. And you finally get closer. You check for feet under the stall doors. Every one is occupied. You hope no one is doing frivolous things behind those stall doors, like blowing her nose or checking the contents of her wallet!!

Finally, a stalldoor opens and you dash, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter. You hang your handbag on the door hook, yank down your pants and assume The Stance. Relief. More relief. Then... your thighs begin to shake. You'd love to sit down but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold The Stance as your thighs experience a quake that would register an eight on the Richter scale.

To take your mind off it, you reach for the toilet paper. Might as well be ready when you are done. The toilet paper dispenser is empty! Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny napkin you wiped your fingers on after eating buttered popcorn. It would have to do. You crumble it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail. Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't work and your pocketbook whams you in the head. "Occupied!" you scream as you reach out for the door, dropping your buttered popcorn napkin in a puddle and falling backward, directly onto the toilet seat. You get up quickly, but it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with all the germs and life forms on the bare seat because you never laid down toilet paper, not that there was any, even if you had enough time to. And, your mother would be utterly ashamed of you if she knew, because her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, "You don't know what kind of diseases you could get."

And by this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, sending up a stream of water akin to a fountain and then it suddenly sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged to China. At that point, you give up. You're finished peeing. You're soaked by the splashing water. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a Chiclets wrapper you found in your pocket, then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the sinks with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past a line of women, still waiting, cross-legged and unable to smile politely at this point. One kind soul at the very end of the line points out that you are trailing a piece of toilet paper on your shoe as long as the Mississippi River. You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and say warmly, "Here. You might need this."

At this time, you see your spouse, who has entered, used, and exited his bathroom and read a copy of War and Peace while waiting for you. "What took you so long?" he asks, annoyed.

This is when you kick him sharply in the shin and go home.

author unknown

Traffic Light Conspiracy

Did you hear about this one?  They have conspired to make us as stressed out as possible, and what better way than to make the rush-hour nightmare even worse.  The engineers that design the traffic lights get commissions if they can find new ways to stop the flow of traffic. 

All kidding aside (was I kidding?), it never ceases to amaze me how the cities around here can decide to change a four-way stop intersection into a "signal" intersection and make us wish for the good old days of stop signs again.  For instance, we have more than once been at an intersection with two lanes going one way.  The right lane is  a right-turn-only lane, and the other lane is for straight and left turns.  They even put in a green-left-arrow light so you can be sure to make your left-hand turn.  However, the  green arrow goes away and you are stuck behind someone who was needing to go left and now can't move.  Your light is green to go straight, but unless you want to chance a ticket and swerve around in the "right-turn-only" lane, you have to wait until the next light change.  What makes it even more frustrating is that when I've been stuck at one of these intersections, there are hardly any cars going right, and if there are too many cars backed up behind the left-turners, they can't even get to the right lane.  Now why can't they make the lights turn green for one direction and stay green, then switch directions--or else, instead of a right-turn lane, why not a left-turn lane since you can go right even at a red light? 

My husband says that "in the good old days" (he's not that old), traffic lights in Seattle were timed so you could make it through one light after another if you went the speed limit.  Now with all our technology, you have to stop at every light, and at some lights wait for more than one light change.  Now if they could do it back then, what happened? 

And have you noticed this?  We have streets that have lights timed in such a way and so close together, that by the time your light is green, the one strategically located a half block away is red.  So you know what happens during traffic hours.  Only a few cars can move causing big jams.  People trying to make a left onto the street have it even rougher because they end with no choice but to block the intersection until the other light changes.   And of course those people who love their horns can now let them blare.  They should go honk their horns in front of the traffic division building for a few hours each day.  Maybe then something would be done. 

If you haven't had these experiences, you probably are having a hard time understanding what I'm describing.   But to remedy that situation, just come on over and I'll take you on a tour (just bring your sleeping bag). 

by Annie

Carpool Lanes

You know, I used to be a very relaxed driver.  I never yelled at other drivers, I let others crowd in front of me, I was just an easy-going, nice, considerate, patient person.  But I swear, they didn't like people like me on the road, so they invented ways to turn us into fist-raisin', horn-honkin', people-cursin', foot stompin' maniacs.  Well, maybe not that bad, but it's gettin' there.  You may find me writing down a lot of stuff about our traffic in the future, but now I want to talk about "carpool lanes"--those lanes that are supposed to make traffic flow easier, encourage co-workers to ride together, give you an extra perk for helping out the environment, and easing the congestion on our major highways and lessening the smog in downtown Seattle. 

Have you ever been stuck on 405 during rush hour, bumper to bumper for miles, and here right beside you is a lane hardly anyone is using.  Or how about downtown Bellevue.  They've really created a nightmare.  One minute you are driving along a main street and all of a sudden it's turned into a carpool-only lane.  So now you have to try and find someone to let you into the other lane.  And they've taken a step further.  If you want to get off the freeway, you can only go west if you are a carpool, or east coming the other direction.  And when I've come off  those exits needing to go the direction I'm not allowed to go,  I sit at the light in my right turn lane while there is no one going left, yet I have to take a detour because there is only me in the car. 

And then there's the times I have my baby grandchild in the car and so I take advantage of the carpool lane.  Then I see the signs up - asking people to turn in violators of the carpool lane.  They can't see the baby.  If they call in and report me, will they believe I had a child in the car? 
And how can I turn someone in (although I've seen many violators) when for all I know they could have a baby on board? 

I wouldn't want to stop ranting until I mention the fact that they usually have the carpool lane on the right side, where everyone has to slow down to get on and off the freeway.  I still can't figure that one out.  But at least if I'm on the right side, and traffic gets unbearable, I can take the nearest exit off. 

by Annie


Smoking Sections

Have you ever wondered why a restaurant will give non-smokers their own section away from the deadly second-hand smoke for their dining pleasure, yet they make you wait for your table in the worst part of the smoking section, and to get to the bathrooms, you have to walk through the entire smoking section, some even making you go through or close to the lounge.  This really gripes me because I eat out a lot...every day.  You may think smoke is no big deal.  But when I get a whiff of cigarette smoke, my sinuses get inflamed and I get stuffed up, sometimes immediately.  If I am exposed to too much, my throat also gets very irritated...not to mention my mental state. 

Am I missing some important, logical details here? 

And then, I'll never understand this one.  I ask for non-smoking.  I sit down and before I know it, I smell cigarette smoke.  I ask, in case they misunderstood me, "Is this non-smoking?"...but also I'm thinking someone may be cheating.  I'm told yes, I'm in the right place.  As I look around for the culprit, I discover the smoking area is just on the other side of my booth and the smoke is drifting right above my table.  Now why is my side of the table non-smoking and theirs smoking? 

My solution:  Put the smokers  in the back and let them wait and walk through the non-smoking areas.  At least then us who are physically sensitive to smoke, can enjoy our dining experience symptom and pain-free, and those who choose to smoke can do so without a problem. 

***At least now they have some restaurant that are entirely non-smoking. 

PS:  For those of you who smoke and have responded or want to, this isn't about discrimination against smokers, banning smoking, or an issue of which research conclusions are  correct.  This is about people like me who become ill when around second hand smoke.  I don't need any research to tell me there is something in cigarette smoke that isn't good for me.  My body does that for me. 

Response from: ill from inhaling

I am also one of those that gets ill when arund second hand smoke. The smoker asked what about his rights? Your rights end when mine begin. You may chose to smoke. My Health dictates that I don't. The headaches, itchy, red eyes, burning lungs and infected sinuses are deterents enough for me to leave a restaurant that has no real division of smoking/non-smoking section. And I have to tell you, we non-smokers have to wait for tables, too. We just don't have to wait as long because people aren't holding up the table with an after-dinner drag.

Response from: Anonymous

A response from "Smoker" asked "What happened to our rights?"  Well, I don't know of any law that gives anyone the right to poison those around him.   Smokers are free to choose to poison themselves, but they are really overstepping the line by FORCING the rest of us to breathe that crap!  I heard a quote attributed to Ben Franklin that pretty well sums up the rights issue:  Your right to swing your fist ends where my nose begins.  The same is true of your right to smoke.  

Response from Irene

Thanks for your article. I do not condemn smokers, either, but I have trouble breathing when inhaling cigarette smoke, too. After moving from
Calif. where all restaurants, stores, etc. are "non-smoking", I find it difficult to eat out in NC. It's true you usually have to walk through a "smoking"
section to get to the "non-smoking"! I remember a remark my pastor made back when I was a new Christian almost 40 years ago..."if God wanted you to smoke,
he'd have put a smoke stack on your head"! God bless you!  Irene

Response from Libby

I am not trying to irritate smokers, but i have landed in the hospital many many times due to inhaling second hand smoke.  i am so allergic to it that i have been in the hospital. as long as 3 days, smokers are very inconsiderate at times we go into a non smoking restaurant and lo and behold, right outside the door people are smoking or you go into the bathroom and somebody is sneaking a smoke, they smile and turn their backs thinking that takes care of it, by then your meal is not enjoyed yet you have to pay for the uneaten meal and though you complain to management their apology does nothing for me, when i married my husband ,he smoked a pipe and looked very nice until on our second date it ended with me at the hospital he never smoked again and that is when i found out i was allergic to cigarette smoke.  I don't know of a single person that has not ended with lung problems as they get older, smoke dries the skin on face and hands and hair, I am 66 and can compare my facial skin to a 30 year old!  Nobody in my family smokes thank god.  Save your money.  Ever heard that kissing a smoker is like licking a dirty ashtray. 
Bye all, a retired nurse

Response from Linda:

Sorry Annie,  I cannot relate to your smoking dilemma.  I am a considerate smoker and make sure no one in my group minds the smoke.  I also make it a point to check to see, when visiting someone, if it is a smoking house or not - if not, I go outside or just don't have any.  As for the second hand smoke, I also did some research and watched a lot of TV documentaries about it.  The gunk they put in our food is worse for our bodies!  Have you read labels lately on what is IN this stuff????? Just breathing "fresh clean air" is bad enough with all the pollution from factories and cars and trucks - the Government needed someone to target, so they targeted the smokers. I understand and acknowledge that smoking isn't very health, but eating and breathing isn't either anymore.  How many times are there health warnings out stating to stay inside your homes because of the pollution level. . .more than I'D like to count!!!  I heard a talk show about how smoking isn't "sexy", of course not!  But in the days when smoking was being promoted it was!  Marilyn Monroe with her long cigarette holder, Bogie with his "I WANT THIS MAN" status.  Now they tell us that there is chemicals in cigarettes that make them addicting.  What a laugh!!!!  It's easy to quit; I've done it a million times, do they think they are telling us something new???  Well, now that I have been on my soapbox, I will step down cuz I'm not sure how much room is left here in this box!! :-)  Oh, by the by, if I see that my smoke is blowing in the non-smoking section, either I change positions, or put it out!  If you can let me know of a good, free hypnotist, I would be glad to go and have him MAKE me quit!!

Love, Linda  (no malice intended, just my opinion - all remarks made are my true feelings and nothing is in between the lines, so to speak.) 

Response from Smoker:

What makes a non-smoker so much better than a smoker????  It just seems we are all being brainwashed into thinking that WE are the BAD people - are we next going to be put in the back of the bus, or have our own drinking fountains?  I thought that went out a long time ago with slavery!  I tell you, there will be a lot more unemployment and homeless, starving people and black market buying if for some untold reason the government outlaws cigs, just like prohibition.  What happened to OUR freedoms????? 

Response from Andy: