Early onset curmudgeon syndrome

[nickmags]

My EOCS has progressed to full blown CS. Never had much problem with CRS, but have developed severe case of DGS (Don't Give a Sh*t) particularly when dealing with young, loud, pierced, individuals who seem to feel they have been blessed with knowledge of what is best for me or mine. My SHOS has taken an odd turn of late, seems spouse has gained wisdom, much like my dad did as I got older! It would seem that knowledge and insight must rub off with long term association with one who is CS.

The warning symptoms of EOCS often manifest with a bad case of CRS (Can't Remember ****) and often SHOS (Selective Hearing Of Spouse). I've found evidence of all 3 in my life...

 

[mark02tj]

I started to leave a post this morning and then thought "oh, these guys don't care about my EOCS". Then, this evening I had another experience that I decided to share....

Sweetie and I both worked a little later than usual today, so it was Subway for dinner. I went to the local shop and placed my order. All was going pretty well, until the nose pierced girl behind the counter decided that I wanted to hear her sing along to what was playing on the radio. Then the dingdong young man behind the counter decided it was time to resume their personal conversation about some stupid movie that he watched this afternoon. Then she decided to sing a song that must have been from the movie. Sheesh! Just do your jobs and don't try to share your singing "talent" with me!

I don't mind someone singing while they're working because they're happy in their work, but this girl was ridiculous!

 

[2LaneCruzer]

I hear you! Went to a 7th grade football game last evening to watch my Grandson run a kickoff back for a touchdown, make two other touchdowns and a two point conversion (sorry, couldn't help myself). At half time, they played some sort of garbled hip-hop rap crap that must have been calculated to whip up the fury of both the crowd and the players. I was glad they only had a five minute half time. Not to mention how irritating it was to watch the kids running full blast up and down in front of the bleachers, while the guy about 5 seats down spit 'baccy juice all over the seats below him.

 

[GLyford]

he was their top salesman from the first month he was there, and he was successful as a Matco distributor. And I always suspected the reason was that he liked to visit with people and answer questions, but I never knew of him to try to sell anyone anything.

And now, unlike every other car dealer in this area, my local Ford dealer is the same way. I've bought 3 vehicles from them, but the salesmen have never tried to "sell" anything. They're just around to visit and answer questions. And I know that dealership has been there and salesmen have worked like that for more than 50 years in that dealership.

When my wife and I were house shopping, we started by going to open houses. We must have met and talked to 20 salespeople (including one who gave us a 3-page glossy cardstock flier about her...not the realtor, not the house, not her sales record, just about her) when we finally met one who actually asked "what are you looking for?" and listened to the response. Guess who we bought our house from?

 

[newbury]

When my wife and I were house shopping, we started by going to open houses. We must have met and talked to 20 salespeople (including one who gave us a 3-page glossy cardstock flier about her...not the realtor, not the house, not her sales record, just about her) when we finally met one who actually asked "what are you looking for?" and listened to the response. Guess who we bought our house from?

NOW YOU HAVE OPENED UP A WHOLE NEW CAN OF WORMS!!

I can easily deal with car salespeople and other sellers of relatively low $$ items. But houses cost REAL money to me.

When we were looking to buy our (at that time) future retirement home in Mississippi we had some pretty hard requirements beyond sound construction -
< $300K
3 bedrooms
at least 2 acres
within about 15 miles of the MIL.
NOT on the water (Tombigbee canal mainly)

This started in 2009 and the real estate market was DEPRESSED. We tried dealing with at least 3 real estate agents over the next few years, all which came highly recommended.

Every agent heard and read via email the $300K limit. They all only found properties starting at about $400K that they thought could be talked down. After 6 months having settled on 1 agent we found a house that met our criteria, but barely.

We were in the process of final negotiations and a few days from a big down payment on a $300K property when I saw an ad for a place with 5,500 sq feet of workshops, 2+ acres, for $160K, with adjoining acreage for another $75K to bump it up to about 70 acres.

The agent we had for the other house pooh-poohed the listing - wasn't in the MLS, must be something wrong etc.

We drove down the next day from DC (800 miles), signed before it was shown to anyone else.

It seems like all the real estate agents we talked to could not understand our $$ or distance limit. They constantly tried to get us to spend more because "we could afford it".

I think they all had the idea that they could milk more money out of us. In the end they got nothing.

 

[dickfoster]

It seems that I am not only a curmudgeon now but a deplorable curmudgeon. Guess I'll have to work on it a little bit and rise to my new station in life.

 

[QueBota]

I was home alone today yelling at Hillary on the TV. Didn't notice my son had come home from work. He was standing beside my chair watching me. I finally noticed him standing there, he just shook his head and headed off towards the bathroom shaking his head and chuckling. Pretty funny but a little disconcerting, I felt like Grandpa Simpson. I'm only 55.

Q

 

[dickfoster]

I was home alone today yelling at Hillary on the TV. Didn't notice my son had come home from work. He was standing beside my chair watching me. I finally noticed him standing there, he just shook his head and headed off towards the bathroom shaking his head and chuckling. Pretty funny but a little disconcerting, I felt like Grandpa Simpson. I'm only 55.

Q

I've always thought of TV as interactive like that too. Man their ears must really burn sometimes.

 

[Garandman]

NOW YOU HAVE OPENED UP A WHOLE NEW CAN OF WORMS!!

I can easily deal with car salespeople and other sellers of relatively low $$ items. But houses cost REAL money to me. //

The "superstar" agent representing the seller of the place we bought (for a ski house) did not know the nearby ski area had expansion plans that would put us 0.7 mi from the new entrance road, on the other side of a ridge so we will not see it or hear it. And that land was being donated to extend the state park to abut. We would have paid $50,000 more.

 

[Garandman]

From another forum. OK, which one of you was it? Exurb to the west of Boston.

This morning as I was finishing a fill up I noticed a car driving by with a half flat tire. There was a gray haired old lady driving so I risked life and limb to run up before she went out onto route 109 and let her know.

As I got to the rear of the minivan I knocked on the window so she'd stop. Then I got to the driver's side window, only to realize it was not an old lady. But rather a 60 year old hippie with gray hair and a pony tail.

He gives me this look like "Eff Off" but I signal for him to roll down his window. I nicely tell him he has a flat tire, to which he hastily and somewhat nastily responds "I know".

You're leaving the parking lot of a gas station and repair shop that sells tire, I'm thinking you might want to get it fixed. I'm hoping to help prevent you further damage to your tires and automobile, and perhaps an ugly accident. I'm trying to help.

But, no, you don't realize I'm trying to help and in your best snooty, haughty voice dismiss my efforts with a snide remark. Well, sir, it's not my fault you're having a bad day. It's not my fault the old lady forces you to drive an ugly minivan. It's not my fault you can't afford a decent haircut. It's not my fault you don't seem to see the wisdom is getting your tire refilled in the parking lot of a garage that has all the equipment you need. But, indeed, you seem to think it is my fault.

So he drove off. So Mr. Grumpy, have a nice effing day. And realize there are folks who really do give a darn.//