Mickxxx's blog post - My pet peeve

OK, this really gets me. I went to the drug store last night to pick up a few things for this dam cold. Btw MD, your right, Ricola cough drops work well and they taste fairly good as far as cough drops go. Anyway, I was in a rush to get back home so I’m in the drug store and I walk to the front of the store to checkout. There’s this guy with his daughter in front of me paying for some school supplies. He then pulls out a checkbook! Of course, I’m in a rush and this guy is going to write a check!
I’m sorry but this just ticks me off. Why do people still write checks at retail stores??? I was like, dude, get a dam debit card already, sweet Moses!

So I’m waiting for this guy to write out his check with the cute little sailboats on it while listening to Barry Manilow’s Copacabana over the store intercom. The cashier then asks for his driver’s license of course. This guy is fumbling around for it. (You would think he would know at this point that their going to ask for your license!) The cashier then proceeds to right down his driver’s license number at a glaciers pace. *Big sigh* Meanwhile I started thinking about this guy in front of me. I was saying to myself...I bet this guy still has dial up at home along with an external Commodore modem connected to his Pentium PC running Windows 95 with 32Mb RAM.
This dude probably still has a rotary phone at home. Yeah, you know, those old phones mounted on the wall along with the 12 inch phone cord that makes you stand up next to the phone while you’re using it. You’ve seen these before, like on the Andy fucking Griffith show or maybe, I Love Lucy. Yeah that’s who this guy reminds me of, Fred Mertz. I wonder if ol Fred here is going to rent a movie...on VHS or maybe Beta once he’s done here torturing me. Yeah I bet ol Fred’s VHS is connected to one of those converter boxes, which connects to his black and white TV with the rabbit ears that has a coat hanger wrapped around it with some aluminum foil on the ends. Hmmm, Maybe he’ll just go home and listen to his record collection in 45rpm. Yeah, checkout ol Fred here. I bet he only has sex with his wife in the missionary position...with his clothes on. All of the sudden I heard, Sir? Are you ready to checkout? I suddenly snapped out of my Fred Metz trance and stepped up and paid for my stuff and got the hell out of there.

OK, I’m done w/ my rant. Sorry to get into too much detail here on my thoughts of this and I know I have no patience but can anyone else relate to this???