I like to
think I’m relatively intelligent. I have been university educated. I can do some
of the numbers problems on Countdown and can complete a Sudoku on medium
setting in under fifteen minutes. But despite this, there are still lots of
things about life which I just don’t understand. I spend lots of time pondering
over the following things in particular.
Why, if
they have the ability to make “no more tears” shampoo for kids, can’t they make
everything “no more tears”? It’s not just kids that get sore eyes. When you
think about it, there’s a lot of stuff that comes close to our eyes and it
would make life so much easier if we didn’t have to remember to shut our eyes
all the time. Having to shut our eyes is just inconvenient. Adults use shampoo,
face wash, shower gel, to say nothing of makeup. I am constantly jabbing myself
in the eye with a mascara wand, it stings like acid, and makes my eyes run so
ruining my makeup and I have to start again. Why can’t they make mascara so
that it doesn’t hurt your eyes? Don’t they know that you are meant to put it right next to your eye?
And while
we’re on the subject of products, why does the colour on the box of hair
colourant bear no actual resemblance to the colour it will turn out? We spend
ages in the supermarket, craning our necks trying to match our own hair up to
that “before and after” example photo, wasting an extra ten minutes that could
be better spent doing something else. Like phoning an actual hairdresser and
making an appointment. But it does mean we can dye our hair at random times of
the day, it’s ten pm on a Wednesday night and I want to dye my hair, damn you,
this time it might actually turn out brown instead of red. But don’t count on
it. I am tempted to buy a red one next time in the hope it might actually turn
out brown.
My mum
brought down some Cadbury’s mini rolls down at the weekend. Now, I love my mum,
she is brilliant, and I also love mini rolls, but my lovely mum does have a
tendency of keeping food way, way after it’s use by date (to say nothing of
best before, I remember we once found some custard powder in her cupboard that
was a full 8 years past it’s best before, no wonder it never thickened up
properly). So needless to say, when my mum generously donates to my food stores
I always have a little look just to see whether or not it will still be at its
“best” (and usually eat it anyway, I can’t afford to be choosy). The mini rolls
were no longer in their multipack but each mini roll still had a “best before
end” box and in the box was printed, “see main pack”. Why is there a blank box?
And if they are going to go to the effort of including a blank box, and printing
”see main pack” why not just print the date?
Out of all
the needless packaging we have in our society I think egg boxes are where we
have it absolutely spot on. The boxes are recyclable, they protect the eggs for
the most part, fit eggs of all sizes and the box sits neatly in the fridge or
on the sideboard (depending on where you choose to keep your eggs). Why then,
do new fridges still come with a plastic egg holder, encouraging people to do
away with the only decent packaging there is? Does anyone really ever use that
little egg holder? It doesn’t even fit all sizes of eggs, small ones drop
through the holes and big ones poke out too high meaning they run the risk of
being mashed up when you close the fridge door. I don’t get it. It would be far
more helpful if my new fridge came with a beer can holder, so that the few
beers I try to keep in my fridge in case Big Bro comes round are not rolling
around all over the place, a spare bulb or a way to stop things getting frozen
to the back of the fridge and going all manky. I think my new fridge was
illuminated for about two weeks before it was plunged into darkness and I then
lost the old bulb so my fridge will now be dark for ever more, meaning that it
is a common occurrence for things to languish at the back, forgotten and fused
to the frost.
Recycling.
Urgh. Just when I have got my head around what I can and can’t put in the
recycling bin I go and visit my mum and find that her recycling service takes
completely different things to mine. Hers takes glass but no cardboard. Mine
takes cardboard but not glass. If they have the facilities to recycle all this
stuff why don’t they all just take everything? Surely my mum throwing a
cardboard box away is just cancelling out the good I’m doing by recycling my
cardboard box. To say nothing of glass (although admittedly I do make yearly
embarrassing trips to the bottle bank, car weighed down with the weight, me
muttering to people staring “this is a years worth ok?”, it would be far less
embarrassing if the glass was just picked up kerbside).
Why does a
single train ticket often cost more than a return? It’s basic maths.
Is it just
me that finds these things irritatingly hard to understand?
