1. The lack of title reform in America.  If the great-great-great-grandson of a collector from a Civil War hospital comes collecting for a medical judgment against a former owner of my (contract pending) property, I will hit him in the old face with a shovel.  I thought that “you snooze, you lose” was the foundation on which our government was founded.  It’s like zombie debt (when someone forces you to take old debt that you don’t own) but on houses!  Haunted House Debt!

2. The cost of moving.  I’m tired and sad to keep asking people to help me move, but the cost of getting professionals is so high (for me). Be warned, strong friends, we might be calling on you.

3. Tipping.  Okay, I’m a grouch, but how is it on me that a company doesn’t pay its employees enough?  Waitstaff excluded, of course.  Am I a bad person that I don’t think that every line of work that involves face-to-face service deserves an additional payment?  Who is supposed to get tips and how much?  If I have to tip the movers 20%, does that mean I should tip my dental hygienist, too?  She has to keep her hands in my mouth for a long time.  I haven’t been in a profession where I relied on tips, so I don’t know what it’s like.   I feel guilty and like I’m a heartless, unreasonable person for even complaining about this.  Economic crisis, you guys, I’m trying to spend 20% less.

4. Trick-or-treating.  Actually, I will withhold this to keep everyone from falling out of love with me.

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