Raspberry Awards

This is part in a series at HBDC Anti-Injustice Campaign.

No, this isn't your typical blogger award. In fact, it's not a blogger award at all. I'm talking about blowing a raspberry. You know, the sound you make by sticking out your tongue between your lips and blowing to make the sound of flatulence. Yeah, that raspberry.

There are those times when only the raspberry - the razz, the razzie - seems appropriate for situations that frustrate us during our day-to-day lives.

Today, I award the razzie to the following.....

Here's to you, Ms. DMV Lady, for all the times you've look at me over the top of your glasses and sent me to the back of the line, regardless of how I've organized my paperwork, to fill out just one more form and for having me repeat "my story" when I reach your window again as if you've never seen me before then delivering the news that I'm in the wrong line.

And to you, Mr. Inconsiderate Driver, for cutting me off in traffic so you can get to wherever you are going 10 seconds ahead of time and for waving at me as if we're friends when I honk at you to avoid an accident or killing me in the process only to spot you pulling in right behind me arriving at the same destination and ignoring me as I try to make eye contact.

And, how about you, Ms. Customer Service? Here's for putting me on hold to listen to your crappy ads about how great your company is for 30 minutes after I tell you "my story" and you promise to resolve my issue then transfer me to another department where I have to start with "my story" all over again only to listen to more crappy ads while I am on hold.....again, and again.

Here's to you, Mr. Bank Teller, when you ask me for a third piece of identification even though I worked at this branch location for three years and trained you for the position you're currently in and staring at my account information on your computer screen, which seems like forever, then calling your supervisor (who I also trained) for an approval to cash my benefits check issued by your bank.

And, finally, to you, Ms. Retail Clerk. Remember me? I was just in your store yesterday when you told me how wonderful I looked in hot pink and not everyone could pull-off that dress but, because of my skin tone and hair color, it was perfect and, now that I want to return my purchase, you have the nerve to ask me if I purchased it at your location then informed me, rather smugly, that this item, because it was on sale, qualifies for exchange only.

I salute you all! *razz*