Why do people interrupt me when I’m answering a question they’ve asked me?
Why am I mobbed by employees when there are many other customers in a shop, but if I’m the only one, it is all I can do to find someone to help me?
Why do grocery store patrons shun the cashier lanes and attempt to ring up overflowing shopping carts of groceries at the scan-it-yourself stations?
Why does my boss feel the need to volunteer every gory detail of her son’s talent show, despite my complete lack of interest in rollerskating third graders or dancing chipmunks?
Why, despite my utter lack of spending money, am I able to come up with countless items I’d like to buy?
Why am I completely nonchalant about the fact that I am now two issues behind in my three-week-old subscription of The New Yorker, and I have no hope of keeping up?
Why do co-workers assume that their lack of planning constitutes an emergency for me?
Why does the idea of sitting on the lap of a giant rabbit (with equally giant teeth) appeal to small children, but it sends me running for the hills?
Why do I always overestimate how many holiday stamps we need and then have an outrageous surplus whenever postage rates rise?
Why are phones set to ring at maximum volume when they’re in pockets or on desks, not down the hall?
Why does seeing pictures of my college roommates’ fun and exciting trip to San Francisco make me feel mundane and settled?
Why can’t I keep my penmanship consistent?
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May I add to the list?
Why has my phone alarm (the one that wakes me up in the morning) suddenly decided to be silent?
Why didn’t I bring delicious leftovers for lunch today instead of committing to fast food that is sure to be unsatisfying?
Why don’t the makers of certain daily quote calendars pay me big bucks to catch their mistakes pre-printing?
De-lurking to say that I have always, as long as I can remember, been terrified of the giant, person-sized Easter Bunny at the mall. When I was young I had to be reassured for several weeks every spring that said creature was not breaking into our house every night.
Also, I’m behind with my New Yorkers too! Glad to know I’m not the only one!
Blessings and happy Easter!
Why is it snowing today when yesterday was the first day of Spring?
Oh, right. I live in the midwest. I guess that issue is resolved!
Why are stupid people able to get and KEEP their jobs even when they suck at them?
Why do I always add too much milk to the macaroni and cheese?
Why have I recently felt the urge to write the word “y’all” on my blog despite never having lived outside of New England?
Why do I feel the need to own lip gloss and shoes of every type, shade, color, and style?
I’ve wondered about the penmanship so many times, myself! Some times I’ll be on a multi-day groove of perfect-looking writing, and then there’ll be a streak where I can even make consistently good-looking block letters!
I was just transported back to my kids childhood when everything I said was followed by ‘why’!
The biggest unanswered question of our lives. Why?
Well, your list certainly inspired a lot of folk to add to the list. That,s the sign of a really good post, I think.
I agree about the child bit. I can’t understand why people go on and on about their kids even if you don’t show any interest?
watered down
I am adding my own:
Why in the world would somebody say they would like to interview you by the end of the week and then never email you back to set up a time?
Why does the U.S. Postal Service hate me and refuse to properly deliver my Rachael Ray magazine as well as the birthday present I bought for my boyfriend?
Hope you have a good weekend!
Ah, yes. If only we knew the answers! Life would be so much easier.
Why, indeed.
Though, I don’t think the answer to these questions are nearly as important as the effect of thinking about them have on us.
Why do people wait until the last minute to merge?
Oh, if only we had the answers to all those brilliant questions!
Why isn’t the entire world required to read and think about this list? Imagine….
because scan it yourself is FUUUNNN!!!
behind on the new yorker? oh no! kidding…join the club!!
“Why do grocery store patrons shun the cashier lanes and attempt to ring up overflowing shopping carts of groceries at the scan-it-yourself stations?”
So the other night I had a dream that I was doing this. I was self-checking like $100 worth of groceries and having to bag them myself. And all the while, in the dream, I was so PISSED at myself for getting in the stupid self-checkout line.
Yes, my dreams are as boring as my life.
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