TMP — The Wrong Direction

Every Monday, Paula Light, with her The Monday Peeve prompt, gives us an opportunity to vent or rant about something that pisses us off. Well, my peeve today is about stupidity and selfishness.

Dr. Anthony Fauci is very frustrated. He is worried that the United States is in an “unnecessary predicament” of soaring COVID-19 cases fueled by unvaccinated Americans and the virulent delta variant.

The only way to stop the latest surge of COVID-19 cases is through herd immunity. Herd immunity occurs when a large portion of a community becomes immune to a disease, making the spread of disease from person to person unlikely. As a result, the whole community becomes protected — not just those who are immune.

Herd immunity can be achieved when enough people have been vaccinated for a disease and have developed protective antibodies against future infection. What is “enough” people? It is at least 70% but preferably closer to 90%.

Unfortunately, as of yesterday, only 49.1% of Americans have been fully vaccinated, according to the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). That’s nowhere near enough vaccinations to stop the spread of the delta variant, the most contagious strain of novel coronavirus ever identified.

In 48 states, the rate of new COVID-19 cases this past week jumped by at least 10% compared to the previous week, according to data from Johns Hopkins University. In 34 of those states, the rate of new cases increased by more than 50%.

Hospitals are starting to fill up again with COVID-19 patients, but now, in many areas, patients are younger than before.

The rational and smart response to this situation is simple. Eligible Americans who want to prevent the continued spread of the disease need to do their part and get vaccinated. To refuse to get vaccinated because of political or religious reasons or due to unfounded, ridiculous conspiracy theories is not helping.

Don’t be stupid, people. Don’t be selfish. Get vaccinated and when out in public, wear a goddam face mask. That is the only way to help every single American enjoy the freedoms that we want to return to.

End of peeve.

TMP — The Waiting Game

Every Monday, Paula Light, with her The Monday Peeve prompt, gives us an opportunity to vent or rant about something that pisses us off. Well, my peeve today is going to be short, but not so sweet.

Don’t you hate it when a contractor has agreed to show up on a specific day and time to do whatever work you hired him to do, so you put your day on hold waiting for the contractor to show up, but then he never shows up?

No call saying he’ll be late or something came up and he can’t make it. Nada! So you call and text him, wanting to know where he is and when — or if — he’s gonna show up. But he doesn’t respond to your calls or texts.

That really chaps my ass.

TMP — Invasion

Every Monday, Paula Light, with her The Monday Peeve prompt, gives us an opportunity to vent or rant about something that pisses us off. Well, my peeve today is about a home invasion that took place last week.

Yes, that’s right. My home was invaded by ants. Tiny, black ants.

My wife always wakes up a lot earlier than I do. She’s usually up between by around 5:30 and I roll out of bed closer to 7:00. Well, one morning last week she woke me up at 5:45 to tell me that a horde of ants had stormed our kitchen. They were all over the window over our kitchen sink and had formed a conga line all along the counter top where it meets the subway tile backsplash.

Hey, I have nothing against ants when they are in their natural habitat, which is outdoors. But I will not tolerate ants in my kitchen. That’s a bridge too far. And so I brought out my can of Raid and made quick work of getting rid of those intrusive ants.

Now I know that some of you might think that it was cruel of me to slaughter hundreds of defenseless ants. But just remember, those ants cost me one hour and 15 minutes of precious sleep that morning.

TMP — Any Which Way

Every Monday, Paula Light, with her The Monday Peeve prompt, gives us an opportunity to vent or rant about something that pisses us off. Paula ranted about bikinis today. As a male, and other than as an observer, I have no skin in that game, so to speak. But Paula’s peeve last week was all about “those asshats who run red lights.”

My peeve this week is all about those asshat drivers who don’t use their turn signals (aka “blinkers”). WTF? Why not let other drivers around you know when you’re about to change lanes on the highway or when you’re planning to turn left or right?

When I was growing up, in order to get my driver’s licence, I had to know how to give hand signals to indicate if I was going to be turning left or right. I had to demonstrate my mastery of those gestures during the road test.

My father’s car, the one I used to take my driver’s license road test, was a 1953 Chevy Deluxe. When he bought that car, both turn signals and outside rear view mirrors were extra cost options, and he opted not to waste his hard earned money on those frivolous safety features. But by the mid-1950s, turn signals had become standard equipment on many cars. Yet it wasn’t until the late 1960s when turn signals became mandatory.

There are no cars on the road today that don’t come equipped with turn signals. So what is the issue with engaging a turn signal to, um, signal a turn? It’s an easy and courteous thing to do. Especially if you want to avoid having the driver behind you rear-end your car.

Tangentially, don’t get me started on those asshats who change lanes on the highway after diligently using their blinker to signal the lane change, but then don’t turn their turn signal off and keep driving for miles with the signal blinking.

Oh wait. I may have done that on a few occasions. Never mind.

TMP — Oh Deer

Every Monday, Paula Light, with her The Monday Peeve prompt, gives us an opportunity to vent or rant about something that pisses us off. My peeve today is about wildlife.

For the past six months my wife and I have been involved in a major landscaping and hardscaping project in our backyard. We planted a whole bunch of new trees, shrubs, and native California, drought-resistant plants. And it all looks beautiful.

So what’s my peeve? Here’s my peeve:

Deer! Yes, deer. We have a family of deer coming into our newly landscaped backyard and they are destroying our plantings. They’re eating all of the leaves on the lower branches of our young trees and they’re basically devouring the shrubs and other plants in our backyard.

I admit that deer are beautiful, elegant creatures whose movements remind me of poetry in motion. But come on, deer. Money doesn’t grow on trees. Maybe your breakfasts, lunches, and dinners do, but seriously, deer, your destroying our beautifully landscaped yard.