Yesterday was one of those interesting days. While I was designing and selling blinds, an older woman (easily in her mid-seventies) came up to the design desk. She wanted help with blinds. "Venetian blinds. They're not mini-blinds, they are Venetian blinds." I told her I was (as she could well see) with customers and would be with her shortly. There were 2 other associates working as well, but they too were with customers. After waiting a short bit, a few minutes at best, she went up and complained to the Service Desk. "I need to speak to someone about Venetian blinds.) Well, there were other associates working who could sell her a drill, or a garbage disposal, or even a riding lawn mower. However, all the design people were with customers and she would have to wait. About 10 minutes after she had stopped by desk, I finished my sale and went to greet her. I was told she was interested in Venetian blinds, not mini-blinds. There was no mollifying her disposition. She didn't want white - that's all we carry in the store. There's no way to carry all the sizes we do in a wide range of colors. I did have a size I could cut down, however it was white, and it was vinyl, and the price (a little over $10) was not what she wanted to pay. "This is pathetic," she said, and walked away. Gee... and I even called them Venetian blinds.
And what about that Ohio election? In a precinct the Idiot Jerk carried by a large margin, in a precinct that has gone Republican for 35 years... they have a razor thin lead. Oops. The Idiot Jerk is running around Tweeting "we won, we won." The Republican candidate is telling everyone who will listen "we won, we won." However, that old reliability is gone. Thirty five years of consistency has just been flushed. Lots of desperate dollars were pumped into that one race... and at this point it is too close to call. No longer being able to count on a certainty is a failure. The blinds are being opened. The real world is beginning to light their darkness and, I suspect, they are very much afraid. This is how the foreboding grows.