Too much information

Papa Lang was a man of few words.  Legend is he didn’t talk until he was five years old.  When his older sister asked why, he replied, “Didn’t have nothin’ important to say.”  Ozzie Nelson in all his episodes of Ozzie and Harriet never once used the bathroom.  Government needs to take a lesson from Papa and Ozzie.

There are just some things that are givens — we do not need them shoved in our face.  We are suffering from dumb-down overload. 

I stopped at Kaiser Permanente today to pick up a prescription.  The paper bag had REUSEABLE printed in big bold letters on the outside.  Now admittedly the old brain cells are lessening, but I still had enough of them to know that if I emptied this bag out and was so inclined, I could pack it with a lunch for tomorrow.

What kind of idiot would carelessly eat toner or use a toilet brush orally?  I think if you’re stupid enough to do so, you need to suffer the consequences.  How else are you going to learn?

Last week my husband ordered a pizza.  The box cautioned, “Hot contents.”  It wasn’t. 

By the time, I read the small print (meaning actually finding a pair of reading glasses to even notice that there was small print), I’d already, with reckless abandon, used my blow dryer in the shower.

My daughter bought a new stroller for Baby Mouse.  A warning read, “Remove occupants from the stroller before folding.”  I’m so grateful for this information.  Last time I’d put a grandchild in a stroller, it took me twenty minutes to get the kid out after collapsing it.  This new one has everything a child needs until reaching puberty attached to it — an infant seat, a mobile, and a warming tray.  I never did figure out how to fold the contraption down.  Just last week when I’d taken the grandkids for an outing, I ended up packing the whole unit assembled into the back of the SUV.  A better warning would have been, “To be used by trained personnel only.”

The only label warning to ever make sense to me was on a bottle of Bayer Aspirin — “take two and keep away from small children.”

Just last night I received a pass-along email about the death of our good friend – Common Sense.  Gee, I wonder why.

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