Monday, August 22, 2011

Holes are Everywhere

Holes are everywhere, have you ever stopped to notice? Usually I just go by another hole and do not give it a second thought. There are the holes in the road, the holes in the garden, holes in the house, holes in the furniture, holes in your clothes, holes in bags, holes in your wallet, holes in your teeth, holes in your writing, and the big one which is holes in your HEAD! There are a whole lot of holes out there and some of them are even people, you know the ones, the “Ass holes” that you run into everywhere.

Maybe I believe in a strange time where people say please and thank you, they have respect for elders, lend a helping hand to those in need, hold the door for the person behind, and say excuse me when it's needed. Today I ran into a lot of holes. They seem to coming out in especially large numbers today. Is it just me, or is there anyone else that has noticed this?

Coasting my way to the grocery store on an empty tank of gas, I ran over a hole in the road, then an A-hole stole my parking space. Another A-hole cut in line before me saying, “You don’t mind, I only have a couple of items.” Then she pranced in front of me not waiting for an answer. I did let that slide because I was born in that strange time which I mentioned above. The hole in my wallet spilled small coins on the floor as I was reminded by the cashier that I had to pay for the grocery bag.  Shaking my head, I said to myself “Ok, let it slide” and so I did once again. It was a long walk back to the car and much to my dismay; one of the bags did not make it. Another hole decided to rip through my day and spill my groceries all over the parking lot floor. I watched some cans roll slowly under another car and I felt my blood pressure start to pound and spread up into that hole in my head. Trying to recover my goods, the so called owner of this vehicle said to me in a rather unpleasant voice, “Do you think you can hurry it along Lady so I can move my car?” That is when the holes had finally gotten to me. I picked up the can of soup, crawled out from under his car and shoved the dented can in his impatient little paws. “For your time,” I said as he looked at me like I was insane. Then I emptied the rest of the groceries in the back seat of my car, took my “paid for” bag with hole, and marched back up into that store. Cutting straight in front of the line I threw the bag at the check- out girl and said, “When I pay for something, I expect it to work so I want my money back!” The slightly frightened girl gave me my 2 kroner back, which I stuck into my holy wallet, and then I thanked her politely. With a smile on my face I strolled out of the store watching as the heads turned to look at the crazy lady. Sometimes there are just too many holes in a day.


Bossy Betty said...

I think I might have been tempted to throw one of those cans!

Karen Walker said...

Oh, Siv, it scares me how much I relate to this post. So sorry you had such a frustrating day. Hope today is better.

KarenG said...

This was clearly a day with too many holes for one person! Now today I am going to be looking for holes, something I never even thought about before. Have you ever read the book Holes? It is great, and will make you feel better!

Stranger in a Strange Land said...

Oh Siv Maria:

You broke two of the Scandinavia taboos....being direct and speaking up in public.

You are only allowed to complain and gossip behind the back of the wrong least if the Norwegians behave as Swedes do.

Take care you negative person :D,

Nadia said...

Yikes, sounds like you had a really stressful day :( Hope it gets better! Hugs

Hart Johnson said...

Oh, no! I hate a day with so many holes! I hope they got that ass out of that hole... poor little guy... I have hole issues, too. You see... I walk around reading and when you aren't watching where you're going, holes can create a big problem... Now I haven't fallen in anything too deep, but I've had close calls, and I have fallen in some smaller ones.

Craziness abounds said...

This is one of your best! Well done and well said my friend!!! I'm chuckling imagining you and your soup and holey bag. I wish I could have seen that..

GigglesandGuns said...

What a very HOLEY MONDAY you're having. What do you mean you handed him the dented can? Does that mean you didn't dent his head? What a shame.
Oops! I forgot. You're the one with the manners and I'm the one with the teeny tiny temper. *insert mean evil grin here*
Hope things get better, kiddo.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

You're right - too many holes! Hope you didn't buy Swiss cheese at the store...

Jules said...

I forgot all about that time, people did use to say, "thank you and Please" didn't they? Sorry for the holey day but I wish there had been a picture of that cashier. :)
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

Mrs. Tuna said...

Manners, manners, manners. Where have they gone?

Michael Di Gesu said...


I just thought that we in America had a monopoly on holes.... I would have hoped that in Europe people are more mannerly. At least that was my experience visiting there. Then again the last time I went was twenty years ago.

I am SO WITH YOU on bad manners. Rudeness seems to be a part of life these days. I don't understand it. Life is hard enough without having to deal with holes.

I am proud of you. Even in your anger you kept your manners...

I'm going to give you a laugh. Yesterday at the gym, this guy picks the most annoying and squeakiest elliptical machine. Of course there were at least five other machines that worked perfectly. The pitch resonated through the whole gym and ground on my every nerve. After twenty minutes the silence met my ears and I relaxed.

Finally getting into my concentration and enjoying my ride( I was on the Exercycle) a knife went through my brain... Yes, the same idiot went back onto that machine.

That was it for me. I lost it. I jumped off my bike and thundered over to him. With fear in his eyes he took out his earbuds.

Ever so nicely I said. "Could you please change machines, that one is driving me mad."

The guy looked terrified. He nodded and took off as if I was going to pound him on my next movement.

I never realized I could be so intimidating. I was polite, but I guess my face said something different and I was a much smaller than me. I guess it pays to work out... LOL.

Sis, sometimes you just have to stand up for yourself.