When did a reservation, or an appointment time become just a suggested time???

Things that make me go “hmmm.”

Reservations. Why do restaurants take them if they’re not going to honor them??? Of my last few meals out at restaurants that required resos, two had their own idea of what having a reservation actually meant. One sat us one hour past our given time, the other, thirty minutes past it. Keep in mind both establishments have a strict if you’re fifteen minutes late they will give your table away policy. I wonder if the policy clock starts ticking from you being late past the time they tell you your reservation is, or if it begins after they fail to meet your reservation time??? I mean because if it were the latter, there is a lot I could with an extra hour in my day with the time they left me standing at the front door of their establishment. You know what I’m saying??

Appointment times. Why would the company who was changing my tire tell me to be there at 1pm for the tire change, when they didn’t take my car in until 1:45pm???

Don’t even get me started with doctor/dentist or vet appointments.

Seriously, what are the appointment times for? Are they simply suggested appointment times? Do any of these appointments ever, ever start on time??? I can’t say that I’ve ever experienced one of these professions adhering to my scheduled time. But, God forbid I show up late, a firestorm of shame will rained down upon you, and then after that, there will still be a wait a minimum of thirty minutes. Or, the worse case scenario happens; sick and tired of being made to wait the thirty to sixty minutes to get in for your appointment time, you decide to use that time that they’re always late to run on extra errand, so when you show up late, guess what happens??? You know what happens? That is the ONE DAY the doctor/dentist or vet is actually running on schedule. And then, if you have bad luck like me, they tell you that they can no longer see YOU, or it will put the rest of their day out.

Really? Really? Really??? The one time we, the put out patient/customer decides to run late, they’re on time and now they can’t see us cuz it will make the rest of their day become out of whack?? What about all the days and times their running late has upset our entire schedule, where is our recourse? It’s not like we can say to them; “fine, you can’t be my doctor/dentist/vet anymore.”

That never happens. Like never ever.

iPhone batteries. Why is it the iPhone 6S that I got about eighteen months ago has a battery that used to last half the day with regular use, but now that the iPhone 7 is out, all of a sudden while the damn thing literally just sits in the cup holder of my car, the battery goes from 100% charge down to 41% within two hours??? What’s up with that? I’m talking to you Apple, and your devious methods to force consumerism.

In closing, the thing that it is truly causing me much confusion these days is our bulldog Duke. As you know he is now living his life in a crate when we go out, and at night while we sleep, because if you follow Yannick you saw the footage of him peeing on the kitchen island. We’ve eliminated all the excuses we could give him, the rats are dead, and the house is secure meaning no more rats will be going in through any of the entry points they had at their disposal, and he’s crated. So knowing this you would think that the peeing in the house would have stopped.

That would be great if it were true. But it sadly is not. This morning Yannick left to go workout at 8am, I happily took the opportunity to sleep in. When I got downstairs at 8:45am Duke had peed on one of the gold leather poufs we have on the floor for extra seating, and the kitchen island. Along with the crating, and the lack of rats to defend us against, the vet called us back with his test results. His urine is clean, so as some of you suggested, and I listened, it is not a bladder or urinary tract infection. For some strange reason, our well trained, housebroken, never done this before in his entire life bulldog has taken to regularly peeing in our home. So the question becomes what to do with him now???

Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm…