Rantings from the soap box

Here I am again with another tangent or 2 to expound upon.  To begin, some of you know me and most of you don’t.  I’ve yet to get an ‘avatar’ up and would like to be incognito for another few days before I let you in.  Now, onto the show.  First, does it ever bother you when phone etiquette is not followed per Southern tradition?  (Sorry about this for those of you who aren’t native southerners.)I had someone to just hang up on me today while I was still talking, trying to ‘close’ the call.  That just steams my veggies.  This was not a young person who is at the stage in life where they don’t care about anyone else, this was an older, more dignified person.  As I’m trying to ‘wrap up’ a conversation, the person just hangs up the phone without a hi, by or kiss my grits.  Another thing is when people dial a number and then ask ‘who is this?’  Don’t you KNOW who you just called?  Was this a random pick of numbers?  Were you doing it on purpose just to get a chance to chat?  I have actually asked people that did that, ‘don’t you know who you just called?’  They look at me like I’m a bad alien from the old star trek shows.  Am I the only one that actually KNOWS who I call when I dial the number?   Like I’m going to  dial 911 and go, ” yeah, who’s this? ”  Duh.

Onto my next rant– growling stomachs.  I hate the loud, embarrassing, and alien noises that our stomachs give us when they are telling us it’s time for grub.  Not the dainty little grumble, I’m talking the deep in the depth, long rolling Jabba the Hut jobs that ALWAYS happen at the worst times.  The library, during a test, a job interview, church service, and I guess worst of all, funerals.   I am the unhappy recipient of this undoing not only tonight during my daughter’s piano lesson, but a couple of Sundays ago.  Trying my best to listen to our preacher outline a new direction for our congregation this year, my stomach had it’s own agenda.  Distracting me from what was important, reminding me that I was hungry and most of all, embarrassing me next to my peers.  (who politely giggled at every subterranean noise emitted from my midsection)  After a while, my good friend next to me leaned over and asked if I wanted her to get something out of the church kitchen.  I replied no.  She asked if I needed a coke.  Again, no.   Finally, she asked if she could sock me in the stomach to get it to shut up and proceeded to make a slapping motion towards my digestive area.  (To which we both giggled a bit too loud.)  Oh what to do when there is a disturbance in the force that cannot be alleviated without moving the whole body to an area where there is sustenance  to quell the savage beast! 

Whoops, out of time and my soap box is shrinking.  Hope this gives you pause for thought and if nothing else, a giggle while you are thinking of who to call while your stomach is grumbling.