Order up!

It's remarkable how we allow total strangers to prepare our food for us in restaurants. Their sanitary habits and level of responsibility are pretty much assumed to be above board, or at a minimum, adequate.

Driving

People are not wired for driving. We cannot walk without occasionally stumbling over stuff below our relatively weak field of vision. We are a species that may very well drop our keys if merely hoisting one too many grocery bags. How we safely direct multi-ton machines (connected to terra firma with only a tiny patch of rubber), on crowed thoroughfares, at high speeds, is a mystery to me - even in good weather - let alone in poor weather, or at night, while talking on cell phones, listening (or even singing along) to the radio, while eating and drinking (and spilling) fast food in our laps. Yikes!

“Just think of how stupid the average person is, and then realize half of them are even stupider”
- George Carlin

I'm just sayin...

It's commonly known that much of what we buy is made in third world countries (probably from unhealthy sweatshops, maybe even more often than not...?) and that America's manufacturing has dwindled to only a remnant of what it was 50 years ago. So, why do we need to know that the shirt we bought is made in Cambodia? Who cares? If anything, it's depressing. Leave that off the label please.