Many people work on how to improve products in the marketplace. The most often words heard in advertising are "New and Improved." If companies don't sell they are out of business. By the way I read that Twinkies may be back in a month or two. Wooh Hooh. I can't wait.
Some things however don't make any sense to me. I have two lawn mowers: one to push and trim with and one big ol' wongo bongo rider to do the serious mowing. It is a safety feature but when the rider engine is running if I stop, roust my diminutive "dairy air" off the seat it shuts off. Who thought of that and why? My pusher has a safety bar in line with the handle that I push it with. It must be gripped or the engine won't run or if it is running it will shut off. Who thought that was an improvement? So I just duct tape the two together and that solves the problem.
Years ago the medical industry began putting large caps on medicine bottles that require the user to clamp the bottle in a vise on the workbench, then push down on the cap while pulling up on the bottle while hacking on the cap with a claw hammer to get it open.
Now that takes dexterity. I just use my chainsaw to open the bottle and then keep my pills in a paper cup.
We live in a house built in the mid-1950s. Whoever thought it would be a good idea to have the electrical plug-in with two different size holes. There must have been collusion because too many electrical devices come with plugs of different sizes. When I try to plug in something I never get it right the first time. Then someone invented those three-prong wires that I have to buy the three prong adaptor do-daddies. It is a good thing files were invented so I can file off the two-pronger to make it fit and then I use my wire cutters to snip off that third prong thingy. And who invented that button I have to push on my Skil-saw so it will run?
I can imagine the focus group that was persuaded by the manufacturer of ice makers to make the ice into crescents.
Who thought of that? When I put ice crescents into my round glass and try to drink, two things happen: the ice conforms to the glass and impedes the flow of my beverage and all the ice charges down like an avalanche and gives me frostbite on my prodigious proboscis and a wet shirt.
With apologies to Michael Jordan I have never had tags on my T-shirts and skivvies, panties to the female readers, that scratched or made me itch. They never bothered me and I could still sleep through any Purdue game. With tags I could find the back of my skivvies in the dark and put them on while BW sleeps. Now I have to use a flashlight to read the print. Whoever thought that was an improvement
Larry Vandeventer grew up North of Calvertville on a farm and graduated from Worthington High School and Indiana State U. -- four times. He can be reached at Goosecrick@aol.com or 317-839-7656.