Why Is It Number 3
Why Is It, Number Three.
Why is it when you have a time limit to be somewhere on time, it takes the server at your table forever to bring the check?
Why is it when people get on the road, and they are locals, they get into the wrong lane and hold up traffic trying to move over?
Why is it that babies like to shriek at the tops of their lungs in public places. Generally when sitting right behind you?
Why is it, on the hottest day of the year, everyone goes where you are going, and all the good parking spots are gone, resulting in having to hike from the car park to the entrance?
Why is it, that everyone insists on driving the standard route to get somewhere, fighting traffic, when learning the short cut makes life so much easier?
Why is it, that people feel they have to stand in front of the concession booth and waffle on about what to get for a movie snack. Easy people, soda, popcorn, candy. Think ahead and save time.
Why is it that said people take such great pleasure in crunching, slurping, chewing, and belching, (sometimes all at the same time) while talking through the previews at the cinema?
Why is it, that so many people want to text or chat through the movie instead of watching the show they just paid seven bucks to see?
Why is it, I ALWAYS get the Chatty Cathy Barbie doll sitting behind me who simpers her way through the plot like twists by asking her testosterone loaded date what happened and why?
Why is it, that parents of very young children under a year old bring their kids to the cinema? Used to be Drive-In movies for that sort of thing.
Why is it, that I get to listen to the guy behind us crunch his straw in the ice in his drink, every time the action gets intense?
Why is it when one walks out of the theater, the sun seems so much brighter, but the day seems a bit more mundane and gray when the movie is over?
Why is it, people park their shopping trolley right smack in the middle of an aisle, and get ticked when you politely ask them to scoot it over a bit so others can get past?
Why is it that every time I am trying to look at a particular product, someone will just walk up and stand right in front of where I am looking?
Why is the counter guys at the deli can’t seem to understand what Pastrami is, and that when I say Cajun, I mean spicy Cajun. I mean really, there is no other kind.
Why is it the produce looks delicious across the room, but finding something you want to eat is so difficult?
Why is it, no matter what, I always end up in the slow check out lane in the market?