The conspiracy . . . .
Have you noticed as we get older some of the following?
The steps are getting steeper. The groceries are getting heavier and the clerk puts all the cans in one bag along with the detergent that leaks on the rug. Everyone I talk to has had a knee replacement surgery. Including me!
It's like buying a green car and now everyone has one of that color.
Yesterday I walked from one end of Giant to the other and was dumb founded how long the trip was. Yes, only to find out that I was in Walmart.
Not only that I cannot reach the top or bottom shelf.
The other thing. Every one drives so fast. You are taking life and limb if you try to pull out onto Interchange Road in front of them. Every ones brakes must wear out twice as fast as they did before. The people who make bathroom scales are pulling a different prank. Do they think I actually believe the number I see on the dial? Look at the phone book company. They printed the names and addresses so small no one could ever find a number. So you pay $2.50 for the pleasure for someone in India to do it for you. And I cannot understand the language.
We are under attack! Unless something drastic happens, everyone will have to suffer those awful indignities. It has already happened at Beltzville State Park. None of us locals dare use the park after Armageddon strikes on the weekend.
From the penof Ken Treger,