Annoyance Factor, Code Red


Yes, I’m steamed.  Today, telephone solicitations hit a new low.

The day is not yet over, there have been a dozen or more telemarketer calls, that came up on caller ID, as from my home number. And, on top of that, gave my name as the caller.

These unsolicited calls, were ignored of course. I wanted so much to give the caller a piece of my mind. What good would it do to argue with robocalls?

I wish nothing but bad juju on the company, boiler room operation, or what ever sleazy organization, originated these calls.

DAILY PROMPT: CRINGE-WORTHY

Update: The manager mentioned in the last sentence, was a victim of, well-deserved karma.

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Do you feel uncomfortable when you see someone else being embarrassed?  What’s most likely to make you squirm?

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While standing in a checking line in a supermarket or big-box store, someone ahead discovers they don’t have enough money to pay for all the items.  Was it absent-mindedness or someone scraping together every penny to survive?  They’re embarrassed, and make the painstaking decision on what is essential and what to leave.  Occasionally, embarrassment takes over, and all items are left.

When watching married couples having down-and-dirty arguments in public places.  Personal details are brought out that never should see the light of day.  Their young children, with blank expressions on their faces sit and wait.  I cringe, because this is the way they think things are supposed to be.

I feel sorry for the poor, usually teenage, store clerk or wait staff person, berated abusively for some insignificant minor detail blown out of proportion by some adult power-tripping lowlife customer.  I’m…

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Weird Laws For $200, Alex…

A yarn inspired by a visit to a tiny town on Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, and Jimmy Buffet.

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A living trivia category for over thirty years, was the tiny hamlet of Paradise, located in a corner of Michigan’s upper peninsula.  Townsfolk could take social media publicity no longer.

A popular fishing and vacation destination, the “Please refrain from playing Jimmy Buffet music–thank you for your cooperation,” signs in store windows were hard to explain.  The law was impossible to enforce.

“I wouldn’t care if I never heard that “Cheeseburger in Paradise” song, ever again.  And I think most everybody here would agree with me,” Mayor H. Claven Clifford II said at the town meeting.

“If I get another request from a Hollywood media producer, to be interviewed about our being anti-Jimmy Buffet this or that–I’m gonna’ scream.  I swear, Buffet got more publicity from our denial, than he would have gotten otherwise.”

“My father, who was mayor at that time, is probably turning over in his grave.”

“Permission to speak?” Asked Councilman L. E. Muenster.  “Don’t you…

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Old King Coal

Mountains shoveled
Smelled of sulfur
Soot, stained insides
Outsides of everything
Who still knew
How to bank a fire
So it lasted till morning?
Mine tailings, shafts
Abandoned, concrete filled
Subsidence from
Collapsed timbers
Scars, both seen and unseen
What was left
From when coal was king?
No coal, no industrial revolution
Answered, Old King Coal