Daily Rants

I'm going to start a new exercise that will hopefully be more worthwhile than a complete waste of time. It seems that common, everyday annoyances happen, well... every day. I can't help but feel there might be some value in writing down my frequent rants. There might be a script someday that needs one of those "Ha! Everyone's been there!" moments, and now I will have jotted all of mine down for the entire world to see. Luckily, nobody reads this blog. I like that about this blog. It's a personal journal that I've set in the middle of the room and dared the world to read. Not that I've put anything personal in here. Yet...

Anyway, for my inaugural rant-

1. I just booked a flight and (thank you technological age), they sent me an email trip itinerary. And so I read it to verify I hadn't lapsed into retardedness and booked the wrong day. So, I read it. And read it... Ummm... where the F is my flight info?! How many warnings, notices, disclaimers, and special offers can they pack around my arrival times and flight numbers? Oh, about 20k worth! That would have practically bankrupted my old hotmail account. What the hell? Does anyone read the reams of fine print they send in those? Hell, give me the disclaimers when I book the ticket. When you send me my itinerary, just send the f-ing flight info! That's all I want! That's all I'm planning on printing out! Maybe send a phone number I can call if there's a colossal, rake to the balls, screw up. Why do I need to know that you have a special for vacation packages to Orlando that have to be booked this week? I'm not going to Orlando. I flying in the opposite direction in fact!

This whole mess is indicative of two parts of our culture.

1. The "Lundeguard" aspect. This "make your sale while you have their attention" gimmick is everywhere. I went to get a crown at the dentist. They automatically signed me up for the most expensive crown possible. "Aren't there other options?" I asked. Sure, there's the cheap stainless steel that will decay out your tooth in three years before spreading to your gums and turning your mouth into a moldy orange peel option. Or there's the super expensive, gold-porcelain kind. Isn't there anything in between? "Oh, you wouldn't want that." Hey, they got you in the seat. They've taken their barbaric "medieval dentistry" pick to your mouth. If they say there aren't other options, what the hell do you do? Hmmm... got a little off topic there.

2. In the time it took to write the first part, I completely forgot where this rant was going.

So, now that I've gone "finale of Greatest Show on Earth" on this post, I'm going to duck out.