This is not meant to be a whiny post (except when it comes to the bag bans, which still make me see red every time I go shopping). It’s just meant to be an observation about declines in life quality over the course of my middle-aged life.
When I grew up, our phones had stable connections. Now, thanks to the miracle of cell phones, my phone hangs up on me about as often as that fancy 1910 phone once hung up on my grandparents.
When I grew up, we kept our house at 72 degrees during the winter. With the 1974 oil embargo, we lowered it to a chilly 68 degrees. Nowadays, with utilities more expensive than ever, we keep our house at a frigid 62 degrees. Of course, when I say “we,” I’m not including Obama. Thanks to taxpayers, he’s always at a toasty 75 during the winter.