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Things that drive an old guy crazy

By Staff | Mar 27, 2016

I’m pretty sure it is just that I have now reached the age where I qualify to be a cranky, old curmudgeon, but there sure seems to be a lot of things which now bug me. Maybe they always did, but now I get to whine about them more than before.

Here are a few of those annoying things. Maybe they bother you, too.

Television commercials

Is it just me or are the ads on TV a lot more annoying than they used to be?

First off, they are so darn loud. Didn’t there used to be a rule they had to be at the same volume as the actual show? Obviously not any more.

Secondly, there are so many of them which seem to be, well, just downright stupid. I sometimes shake my head in amazement and say, “This is supposed to make me want to go buy that product?”

What are these creative ad department people thinking? On the other hand, maybe stupid sells, just like they say sex sells.

Which brings up another point. Crude and almost vulgar commercials.

The other complaint I have is the number of commercials. There are a million of them.

I always thought there was some sort of rule as to the number of ads per show, but I guess that rule must have been repealed.

The other day, just for fun, I timed the length of the commercials during the popular “Big Bang Theory” show. Do you want to guess? It was 13 minutes of commercials, which means there were only 17 minutes of the actual show.

Not quite half and half, but I would guess the TV producers will get there soon.

Same thing for a morning Twin Cities news show I watch. There are just about as many minutes of ads as there is news in each half hour.

No wonder so many people tape the TV shows (oops, I mean DVR them) so that they can ‘zap’ through all the ads when they watch the show later.

Or, they are going to Apple TV, Netflix, Hulu or Zulu or Voodoo, just to try to escape from the flood of commercials.

Or, they are like me, and try to watch two or three shows at the same time, switching back to another one whenever the five minutes of commercials come on the first program. Or I read newspapers during the commercial breaks. Or go to the bathroom, check out the Facebook page, do the laundry, go to the store, etc.

There is plenty of time during commercial ‘breaks’ to accomplish a lot of things.

Maybe even write your weekly column anything other than actually sitting there in a stupor and watching commercial after commercial for toilet paper that will get you so clean you will feel like going commando.

Really?

Presidential race

There is nothing very presidential about this year’s campaign to see who the next leader of our country is going to be.

In fact, many of the same things I wrote about television commercials is apropos to the presidential candidates. They are too loud, say too many stupid or crude things, and we are seeing just way, way, too much of them.

Those crazy local drivers

Really, people? Where did you learn to drive?

It is hard to drive more than a few blocks without seeing a half dozen examples of poor driving even dangerous driving going on.

Here are some tips.

It is called a STOP sign because you are supposed to come to a full stop, look both ways, then proceed if there is no oncoming traffic.

A sign that says YIELD means you must slow down, maybe come to a full stop, still look both ways, then proceed with caution only if there are no cars coming in either direction.

A sign that says 20 MPH means the speed limit is 20. And MPH means miles per hour, not ‘Must Phone Home.’

They are called roundabouts. Learn how to drive in them.

As you approach them, YIELD to the drivers already in the circle. This means that, yes, you may have to come to full STOP and wait your turn to enter the roundabout.

Why, oh why, do so many people seem to think the opposite is true that the cars already in the roundabout have to yield to those about to enter the circle?

And please, remember to slow down, buckle up and put down that darn cell phone.

OK, that is enough whining for one column.

I guess you can just call me George this week, as in Mr. Wilson of the Dennis the Menace comics.

You know, it’s actually kind of fun to be old and cranky.