Why can’t airplane
black boxes transmit data in real time to satellites, where it can be stored
until planes land safely, after which the information can be erased? We’d never
have to search for the damned things.
Why can’t all
toilet paper rolls have tabs on the front edge of the first panel—like Scotch
tape—to make it easier to get the darn things started? So many times I’ve
just wanted to give up. But that wouldn’t be good. Why can’t there be little trucks that ride around the neighborhood, like Good Humor or Mr. Softee, that instead of ice cream sell Chinese and Japanese food? It would be an awesome thing to look forward to on those too-hot-to-cook, too-tired-to-drive late afternoons.
Why can’t news directors just skip the story about the atomic clock that’s going to lose one second every 200 million years. Who the hell will ever know?
Why can’t weddings be business casual? What can we do in a suit that we can’t do much better in a nice pair of slacks and a loose-fitting polo shirt?
Why do the vast majority of online job applications ask you to upload your resume and then force you to fill out all the same information in another place? Are they trying to weed out impatient malcontents?
Why is it necessary for radio deejays to announce the top box office draws in a given week. Does it ever convince you to see a certain movie? Not me.
Why do traffic reporters feel they have to use initials when talking about the George Washington Bridge when using the actual words takes up the same exact number of syllables?
Why are editors and publishers allowed to have kill fees? If I hire a contractor to build a room for my mother and then she decides to move to a senior community, I still have to pay the contractor for doing all the work. How is writing an article any different? It's work!
Why can’t everyone have a little fun doing what they love to do?
Why do 99 out of every 100 people begin the answer to 99 out of every 100 questions with the word ‘Well’?
Why does any of this matter? Well, maybe it really doesn’t. But at least it’s fun
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