A Plateful of Kvetches

Yeah, yeah, it’s the season of giving thanks and loving your neighbor. Holly Jolly, my keister.

The HOA where I live now was very swift in blaming me for ongoing water damage to the unit below. I stood my ground, but it took a toll on my deteriorating mental health.

Since I moved to Greeley, Colorado six months ago to be closer to my Daredevil Child, it’s been a steady diet of mishaps–HOA* threats to fix water damage I didn’t know about, the loss of house, mailbox and car key (never found), new furnace/water heater/AC (all apparently ready to conk out, thanks for nothing, home inspector!)–and those are just the ones I can remember.

Thank goodness I was able to get a coal delivery until my new furnace was installed.

Then gradually, things began to calm down. I met some nice folks where I live and the car navigation wasn’t needed to get to a few places (Granted, they’re only a mile or so away, but I’m severely geographically-challenged.) I can do this! Confidently, I planned some errands for last Monday.

First stop, the Computer Support store. They’d helped me with basic things like passwords and what an eight-year-old knows about a laptop. This time, I wanted support for my blog. When I walked in, a customer was monopolizing both techs about ordering a new phone. This interloper continued to yell questions to my tech guy while we were trying to work– on my dime! (Granted, I was a little late and they went about 30 minutes over my allotted time, but still–the unmitigated gall of this gal!

Finally the other tech came over to help me, explaining some blog highlights, like how to send out a survey to readers. Tech person assured me it wouldn’t go out into the world, I could simply delete it later. Just for fun I wrote, “Do you have any complaints about this blog?” Well, guess what? It went out into the world. If you have a complaint about the complaint survey, I don’t want to hear it.

Next was a short jaunt to shop for Christmas, right in the little downtown area of Greeley. First stop: Warm Hugs, a sweet little gift shop where I scored a few things to cross off my list. I headed to my car and put in the address of the second store, which will remain unnamed. I was looking for science kits for a young child. Finding just what I wanted, the friendly salesperson rang it all up. The employee wore a way-too-short T-shirt, the lion’s share of an ample stomach showing, along with a very long vertical scar down the middle. It was hard to not look as if I was looking away from it. That kind of threw me off balance. Whatever happened to employee dress codes? But at least I’d accomplished something, so I had a little spring in my step while walking to the car.

Not so fast, Missy! Wait, where did I park? All I could remember was parking on the street. I walked around and around, looking for a clue. There were none. Greeley has a grid system of numbered streets and avenues. I’ve been told Streets run North and South, Avenues East and West. I started walking in the direction I’d driven, then thankfully saw a familiar place! The flooring store I’d recently purchased overpriced laminate flooring from–surely they’d help me! Two employees were there and I explained my plight. I even closed my eyes to recreate it as accurately as possible, like where I thought I turned, and so on. One didn’t even look up from their cell phone, the other stayed in their swivel chair and suggested some possible streets. I left even more confused, carrying my big cardboard box with the science toys. When people start in with the numbers–8th St, 24th Ave–it’s not helping. Just for effect, I walked by their store twice and shot them a dirty look. Would it hurt you to get off your uncaring butts and help a senior citizen, especially a disoriented one? May your supply chain take a wrong turn in its journey.

There, I’m done kvetching. Now I need a warm hug.

* Home Owners Association


  1. Agnes D. says:

    Dear Kvetchful Ermigal,
    Why those miserable “people” messing up your day…the spirits of eggnog from last year must not have taken. It reminded me of a kvetch from decades ago. I was buying my boyfriend a London Fog raincoat (expensive in those days) for Christmas at a famous store that did gift wrapping. I had to traipse over to another dept. to procure a box, which they gave to me all folded up and NO tissue paper for such a prized gift. For some reason I was appalled, and found myself actually growling like a bear as I stood there. I’ll never forget that moment of unleashed dissatisfaction, and as you can see, I still kvetch about it today. Oy vey!
    May your future days be filled with bliss from here on out, but, of course, we all know that is just a pipe dream! ๐Ÿ™‚ Happy Holidays!

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  2. erminerose says:

    Dear Agnes, What a raw, painful memory! I thought they had gift-wrap departments back then, especially during Christmas–the obvious mismanagement is likely why they went out of business. Or maybe the elevator “operator” (the woman with white gloves, black pencil skirt and platinum hair in a bun) was so busy schtupping the store manager, things went to hell in a handbasket! Very sad. Thanks for sharing!


  3. Are we really ever done kvetching? I think not! Enjoying your blog.


    1. erminerose says:

      Hi Florida Friend! It’s dang cold here in Colorado–I might as well be in New York! Anyway, I’m trying to get organized so I can get kvetching here again. Getting older sucks; it takes me 3 times longer to do what I used to do. But as Arnold S. said. “I’ll be back!” Thanks for reading. ๐Ÿ™‚

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