How’d I Do?

I want to blame Google ratings. How these days everybody is looking for instant - hopefully positive - feedback

I get how that’s helpful for say, a restaurant.

And I get sellers on Amazon wanting us to rate their products.

Somehow, though, we’ve crossed the line from rating the products or food to rating the sellers and providers.

Every time I walk out of a doctor’s office - and I have a lot of doctors! - I get a text.

‘Well, it was great if you like having your temperature, pulse and blood pressure taken. And your doctor’s middle finger shoved up your…

…personal space.’

We recently needed to replace our projection clock. My wife and I have always liked being able to just look up and see the time on the ceiling in the bedroom.

The new one was a random pick on Amazon, cost $19 and works fine. But we weren’t asked to rate the product. Instead…

‘Well, we needed a clock, ordered one and it came.’

Not sure how many stars that’s worth. I passed on the rating invitation.

Here’s a good one.

I’m guessing you didn’t read all of that, so I’ll tell just tell you, I bought a deck board.

One deck board.

They really don’t want to know what I think of their wood. Nor does Lowe’s. Nor Ace.

Deck wood today is crap. I’ll go one step farther and say all treated lumber today is crap.

One more.

I’m heading to Scotland with a friend specifically to visit a few well-known scotch distilleries. Not surprisingly, they require some personal information so filling out a form in advance is no biggie.

But after getting my name, address, birth date, etc., there’s this:

‘Well, I have never drunk your product, never been to your distillery and frankly, I hate scotch. You may be a 10 later, but for now you’re a zero.’

Thanks for reading this, y’all. And please rate your enjoyment with this story.

Never mind, I gave me 5 stars on your behalf. ‘Preciate it!