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Paging Mrs. Kravitz

I think, in my old age of nearly 40, I am turning into Mrs. Kravitz. Remember that crazy lady from Bewitched? Or perhaps not. I'm always amazed that there are people out there that don't know what Star Wars is let alone a reference from Bewitched. Simply said the world is starting to bother me like it bothered crotchty Mrs Kravitz. I joined this neighbor social site called Nextdoor. It is like Facebook for your neighbors. Instead of "Like" there is "Thank." Similar yet different.  If you thought Facebook was full of complainers you should get on Nextdoor! There is all kinds of complaing on this site and they take it to another level. Moreover, if someone doesn't like what you say, they can report your comment as inappropriate which someone did to me today hence, my foul mood. My bad, I decided to jump in a conversation about dog poop. I happened to make a Forrest Gumplike comment of "Shit happens" when I get an email from the administrator. Yes, a slap on the hands over dog poop. My bitchy neighbors were complaining that dog walkers were throwing dog waste in garbage cans and thus, stinking them up. Now call me crazy but aren't trash bins receptacles for trash and isn't bagged dog poop trash??  Well, not according to my neighbors, who believe that their trash should smell sweet as roses. Yes, really. They don't want their garbage bins to smell stinky. I pointed out that the very nature of a trash bin is to stink but apparently, that didn't go over very well. The people in my neighborhood have clearly gone bonkers. Otherwise, how do you explain people complaining about what goes into a trash bin?  They must have too much time on their hands.  They do know about the people who come to our neighborhood each week before the trash trucks come and go through our garbage, right? They are not mad about that but putting bagged dog poop in a garbage bin is a complete invasion of privacy! How dare us dog walkers touch their "clean" trash bins!  Would these self absorbed clean-a-phobes prefer the dog poop on their lawns? Because if they don't want it in the trash bin where do they expect I put it? Should I carry it the mile I am walking? One guy argued that in the hot sun, dog poop, in the trash bin, could get quite stinky. Well, so could any rotten piece of food you put in the trash bin, you idiot! Now I am sorry, I am a Pollyanna by nature but as I get older and crankier, I am letting the swear words in and the good decorum that my mother taught me go out the window. Why? Because people don't have any common sense, good manners or for that matter, any brains in their head! And it's friggin frustrating! I'm beginning to understand why nothing in Washington ever gets done...Because there are not two people on this planet who can agree to anything! Not even on a simple subject of dog poop!  People tire me lately.  I don't get them.    I am tired of people cutting me off on the freeways (heard of your blinker people?), I am tired of people who can't wait in a line (oh, I am sorry but you are so much more important, yes, just jump ahead of me), and I am tired of neighbors who complain about where dog poop should go (if it was up to me at this moment, on your lawn)!  Why can't people be considerate, empathetic to others and oh, I don't know kind? It's like people take advantage of you if you have any of those qualities. Does kindness only exist at Disneyland?  Am I being sensitive? It just seems like a lot of people don't care anymore about their fellow man. Yeah, remember me, your fellow man? What I am witnessing these days is a city full of "It's All About Me" people. Maybe it's just Los Angeles?  But I don't think so. I was in the parking lot of a department store in another city walking to the entrance when this car almost runs me over because it's in some kind of rush, never mind I am the pedestrian with the right of way.  I wish I could buy the neighborhood a rum and coke because people need to get a hold of themselves and put their selfishness in check! I wish I had some of Samantha Stevens bewitching powers because I would like to use them on my neighborhood. Dog poop shouldn't go in trash bins, indeed! Ugh!

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