Time to Change Old Man

 There is the never ending trope of the angry old man complaining about the ease the youngins these days have. I will be honest, there is a very good chance the old have only started complaining about the young with Abe Simpson or perhaps that old man who walked uphill to school in snow… both directions. 

But i'm sure since the beginning of time, Unc complained to Ur about how Bronk has a better club for smashing, but you get the idea. 

I found myself spending two more hours than needed in a waiting room. All i could think about during that time was how this never would have happened when i was young…

After I was able to get the terror and shock of becoming my parents out of my brain I started to think about how far society had fallen since the good old days. It amazes me how much we as members of society put up with. I was recently at a United States Postal Service store that had 12 windows and glorious 50 foot ceilings. I still had to wait 20 minutes since only one of the windows was opened… and all people did was wait. Every where I go I see the same thing, bare bones staff, long waits, frustrated people. 

I'm not claiming we should abandon profitability and make sure we are at 100% employment, but i do think we need to make some changes. I'm not sure how, or where, to start, or even what exactly needs to be done, but something needs to be done. I get the uneasy feeling that we are teetering close to the edge of something.

Or perhaps i'm missing a key piece of information… everything, or nearly everything, we deal with on a day to day feels like it is over and done in an instant. From ordering on amazon to ubereats, video on demand to instantly playable games on our mobile phones life is instant and at our fingertips. Perhaps wait times are the same they've always been, I just don't have the patience I did as a child. 

Now I wonder if the two extra hours were really that bad…

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