About oneta hayes
ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
I appreciate the humor in your post. Please remember, though, that some people cannot see floor number when the elevator door opens. The voice is for them. J.
Okay. Reminds me of the real people who used to operate the elevators. I liked them. Like real people who helped at car washes and filling stations.
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Thanks.
Love it!
Thank you.
lol I also struggle with the AI dictatorship taking over our lives!
It is hard to get a smile from a robot, and not very rewarding to smile back. 😀
lol human beans are my preference also 🙂
So much for automation for those of us who had experience with the other time and place. Young people will never know the difference.
yes they are already indoctrinated 😦
I love your humour. The truth speaks I think to us all. I have always tried to graciously accept help and be thankful for it but the new warning on my fridge door annoys me. If you are standing putting away carefully the things you have bought, a loud piercing screech to let you know the door is still open could be timed more generously to give you at least the chance to straighten up and gently close it.(instead of being so startled that you slam it shut and rattle all the shelves.
That would be annoying for sure! Haven’t seen one of those yet. I wonder if the screech could beat Sammy. He’s my nagger for closing doors. That comes with age, doesn’t it? Don’t tell him I said that!
Oh my goodness! Miss Independant! But I have to agree on the toilet bowl flusher. While I know it’s cleaner, if you shift a slight bit, it’ll flush on you. My daughter found out when she did just that. lol
Right in the middle of Ole Faithful, huh? On the other hand I am sometimes left standing wondering if I am supposed to hit a new-fangled button someplace. About the time I reach for something on comes the flood. 😀
LOL!!
so the other night we went to a new restraunt. At the end of our meal and with an hour drive back home, I excused myself from the table and made my way to the ladies room.
Or so I thought.
I got to where the bathrooms were located.
The first door I came to had the images of both a boy and a girl.
“Ok,” I thought, this must be a unisex bathroom but there were two other doors.
I looked at those doors…both of those doors also had the unisex symbols.
Hummmm???
Just as I was reaching for the handle to one of the doors, out comes a male waiter. “Is this the right bathroom?” I asked, feeling somewhat foolish, “yes” he smiled while holding open the door.
Inside, there was one toilet and one sink with a note stating that all employees must wash their hands.
I’ve traveled enough throughout Europe, so I’m used to unisex bathrooms…but here at home, in a restaurant, I usually prefer two bathrooms—one for guys that has a urinal and toilet and one for girls with just a toilet…???
Will guys remember to lift and lower seats…??
Will I ever feel comfortable when younger children exert their independence by heading off to the loo alone…?
Too many questions when simply wanting to use the bathroom….
That would be irritating, for sure. In the past I would have just chosen to wait, but as more age comes on, I find how near impossible that is sometimes. Sometimes it is nice to have something suitable for the majority!