While others may wonder about the complexities of politics and world affairs and why people in power do what they do, I often find my brain can't get beyond what's right in front of me.
For example, when I sub in a school where more than 90 percent of the kids are on free lunch and throw most of it away, why is it that over half of them have a dollar for ice cream? And why is it that at snack time they devour a full 12-ounce bag of greasy Cheetos? Is it because their parents spend $3 a day on junk food that they can't afford $2 a day for lunch? Just wondering.
Along those lines, some emergency room nurses I know wonder why when welfare patients are asked for ID, they almost always fumble past a pack of cigarettes while searching for their wallet. I wonder about that, too.
And while I'm on the subject of medical care, why is it that when I schedule the first appointment of the day, I still have to wait at least a half hour to be seen?
Another petty annoyance I wonder about is when discount stores super glue fluorescent orange price stickers on the front label of products, sometimes hiding pertinent information about the contents. And there are many items I like to purchase for gift baskets. Why can't the tacky sticker at least be on the back where it's not so visible when I scrape it off?
Getting even closer to home, when I walk around the neighborhood I can't help but wonder about people who spend a fortune and countless hours manicuring their yards to perfection, yet don't bother to take one more step and spray a little weed killer on all the stray vegetation growing through the cracks in the pavement at the curb. Having recently had our house on the market, I am very aware of what that expression "curb appeal" means for the whole neighborhood. Really, when driving or walking by, no matter how luxurious the landscaping, all that stands out are those two foot high rag weeds at the curb. I wonder. For some reason do people just like that look?
Also, when walking through the neighborhood, I wonder about all these people -- and it seems to be most of them -- who walk on the right side. Didn't we all learn in grade school to walk on the left side facing oncoming traffic? I've been tempted at times to outright ask people who are walking straight into me why they walk on the wrong side, but I'm not the confrontational type, especially when the other person has a 90-pound pit bull on a leash. But when sitting safely behind my computer and directing my questions into cyberspace, I'm brave enough to ask my readers, do you ever wonder about any of these things?
Susan Larson is a writer from Lilburn. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org