Bad Borrowers

Call me crazy, but isn't it true that if someone borrows something from you, then they are also obligated to return it to your possession? And I don't just mean they need to give it back because it doesn't belong to them. I mean they need to do the work to get it back to you.

Recently I have been noticing a trend that goes against this basic principle. A person will borrow something that belongs to me, but then expect me to come get it when they are done. Okay, so let me get this straight...I give you something that belongs to ME. You don't have to pay to use the item, you don't have to purchase your own item, and you get to enjoy the benefits of its use. If you don't return it, however, then not only do I gain nothing by letting you take my property, and I am deprived of its use while you have it, but I must now expend time and effort to get it back??? What the hell is that?

Example: a friend borrowed a cookbook from me. She has borrowed it multiple times. Why she has not gone out and bought her own copy, since she likes it so much, is beyond me. She doesn't just keep it until she's done with it. She keeps it until I ask for it back. When I need it, I have to drive all the way to her apt. to get it. Maybe next time she borrows it, I should just bend over for her. (Note: there will not be a next time. I have learned my lesson.)

If these are the rules of exchange (that you use my shit and then I have to go out of my way to get it back when you decide that you're done with it), then why on earth would we ever let anyone borrow anything?? It doesn't seem like there's much benefit to that bargain.

The rules should be: use it, return it promptly. If you need to keep it longer, you ask permission or at least apologize. If it is damaged in any way, you offer to pay for the damage or you replace it. And always always always, unless another agreement is reached, YOU return it. You don't expect the lendee to have to come get it. I thought these rules were well known, but apparently not.

My new policy is that if someone borrows my stuff and makes me go get it back, then that's the last thing they ever borrow from me. You've been warned!

Trader Joe's

Don't get me wrong...I LOVE Trader Joe's. I love Joe's food. I love his prices. I love his business model. But as with most relationships, my relationship with Joe is complicated. And we all know that the people you love can hurt you the most. Trader Joe is no exception. EVERY time I go to visit Joe, it is always an ORDEAL. It can never just be simple and easy. Joe is the quintissential stereotype of a frustrating male. Behold the overwhelming evidence:

1) It is impossible to find parking. Thankfully I live in walking distance now. But if I want to stop by on the way home from work, not really an option. Typical man...plays hard to get.

2) It is always PACKED. No exceptions. No matter what time of day, no matter what day of the week, it is packed. You can't get through the aisles, you can't get to the food, and forget about getting to the free samples. Typical man...not easily accessible.

3) Most, but not all, of the people who shop there are obnoxious. Most shoppers are pretentious, bourgie, judgmental, insert other upper-middle-class-Bay-Area stereotype here. I feel like I'm being judged every time I pick something off the shelf. I got some looks today when I picked up a 6-pack of soda (OMG...do you know how much SUGAR is in that? Yes, I do...that is why it is delicious.). I don't like to be judged based on what I put in my basket. Typical male...makes you feel self-conscious and judged, and you don't like his friends.

4) TJ's always runs out of my favorite items. At least a few things on my list are ALWAYS out of stock. Likely because they are highly popular...okay, then ORDER MORE. Keep those shelves stocked! He gets me hooked on these delicious items like chicken sausage calzone, or cornmeal crust pizza. Then he withholds them, leaving me unsatisfied and wanting more. Typical male...plays mind games and has poor planning skills.

5) You have to wait FOREVER to check out. This is also without exception. The lines are always looooong and the cashiers are often slow and sometimes borderline incompetent. Today the woman in front of me had $280 worth of groceries. She needed two carts. That is a LOT of groceries. There was no one to bag, and she didn't dare lift a finger. So I have to sit there while the cashier rings up $280 worth of groceries AND bags it all by himself. Then he stopped in the middle to tie a balloon around the woman's daughter's wrist. Um, sir...let the mom tie the balloon, you just keep doing your job. Then a bag ripped and instead of picking it up and putting the entire ripped bag into an unripped bag, he transferred each item, one by one, into a new bag. IT TOOK FOREVER. Meanwhile my blood pressure is going up and I'm about to lose it. Don't make me wait, Joe! Stop paying so much attention to other women! Typical male...makes you wait and makes you jealous.

Alright, so Joe has many qualities of a typical male that are extremely obnoxious. But he is also close by, can offer a wide variety of wonderful items, and provides much-needed sustenance. And even after the drama, you are left with bags full of deliciousness that last for days. Even as we speak, I am dipping my pita chips into Joe's hummus, enjoying every crunchy, hummus-y bite, and feeling a bit euphoric.

So in sum, maybe my relationship with Trader Joe is unhealthy and thrives on dramatic highs and lows. But at the end of the day, I'll take that drama if it gets me some hummus. I love you, Joe. I always will.

Bathroom Blabbers

Men like to tease women by telling us we all HAVE to go to the bathroom together. For me, this could not be farther from the truth. I suffer from a pretty intense case of stage fright. If someone is in the bathroom, I absolutely CANNOT go. I know I am not alone in this.

I hate when I walk into a bathroom and someone is in there. Multiple people is better, because there are so many noises in there that no one sits there and listens to you...you know, GO. But when it is just me and one other person, I sit there paralyzed. I am aware that they can hear everything I am doing. I freeze. I can't go. I try to do long division in my head (someone once told me that'll do it...sometimes it works). I count the tiles on the floor. I sit there and worry that the other person thinks I am having bathroom "issues" and that is why I am sitting silently in my stall. That fear just makes it worse. Usually I have to wait until they leave. It is very inconvenient.

But hey, usually it is some random stranger who only knows what my shoes look like, so who cares? Well it isn't always a stranger. Sometimes a friend or a coworker goes in there with you. That makes it ten thousand times worse. Because if they think you are having bathroom issues, then they will think it about it every time they see you for the rest of the day, maybe longer. Then it's REALLY impossible to go.

Alright, all that is bad enough. But then there are the people who TALK TO YOU WHILE YOU ARE GOING. Somehow these people are able to do their business through ANYTHING. How can you go to the bathroom while someone is chit-chatting with you??? I personally cannot. If I'm having a friendly conversation, nothin' else is happenin', you know what I mean?

The other day I was in a meeting with another attorney who I am somewhat intimidated by. Much to my dismay, when I got up to use the restroom, she decided she had to go, too. She talked to me about the law as we walked in, both sat in the stalls, while SHE went, and while I sat there frozen. I couldn't even think about actually using the bathroom until after she left. She stayed in there talking to me for a bit. I wanted to DIE. Eventually she left. I dread to imagine what she must have thought was going on in there. Damn you, stage fright.

Anyway, there are many places where it is appropriate to have a conversation, but the bathroom is not really one of them. Unless you are washing your hands, or applying lipstick in the mirror, or something along those lines, lay off the bathroom banter. I CAN'T GO IF YOU ARE TALKING TO ME. If I know someone well enough, I will tell them, "Hey, I don't mean to be rude, but I can't go if you're in here talking to me." But if I don't know someone that well, I have to sit there mortified about what they must be thinking while my "need to go" refuses to materialize. My rule: "if you're exposing bare butt, keep your mouth shut." Easy to remember. So lock those lips in the lavatory people. I don't need the stress!