In the course of our lives many things change. Our bodies, our hairstyles, our likes and dislikes. Sometimes we change for the sake of change and many times out of necessity. I mean I can't spend $2000 a night on hookers on my salary, so you have to scale it back. Some changes are monumental in our lives, some are less noticeable. This brief blog is going to be about those little things in life that are basically unimportant but for some reason are difficult to adjust to.
Does anyone remember when Cool Ranch Doritos changed the color of the bag from light blue to dark blue? I remember being so utterly confused that I actually put them back, even though I read the label again and again and it confirmed they were cool ranch flavored. Since that change, I have probably bought them one tenth the number of time. They just aren't the same.
Now this will only apply to Eastchester residents, but one place in town had become the urban legend of landmarks. When it disappeared, it took part of the heart from this town with it. Of course I'm talking about Americana Wigs. Rumor flew that it was a front for some big drug dealers or it was a brothel. I never did find out what the deal with the place was, but I drove by it so many times, when it was gone, a little part of me died.
Probably the most troublesome of all changes, for me at least, is the fact that the Scarsdale Plaza not only closed, but is no longer. There isn't even anything there to pay homage to it's existence. This I find sad, not only because I worked there, but because it was such a wonderful old-style movie theater. More housing and some crappy little park is there now. Ninety-nine cent movies are a thing of the past.
The other day I was in no mood to cook or talk to anyone and went and actually sat by myself in Burger King. I ordered the Whopper meal and the person behind the counter asked what size and I ordered medium. I sat down and stared at the tray in front of me. About twenty little french fries poured out on the paper cloth. A soda that was probably about 24 ounces (which constitutes as medium in today's society. That was all fine and good, but the burger disturbed me. It was wrapped in paper. I started thinking about when I was younger and they came in the Styrofoam box. Then later in a thin cardboard box. Now it's paper. Back then it was like opening a gift. It was the childhood equivalent of getting a piece of jewelry I would think. Now it's paper. This really bothered me that night. It still does.
Maybe this next one is because I've entered the dirty old man phase of my life. Or maybe it's because I've become more introspective and notice things I like that maybe I didn't like before. Or as like this blog states, things that I've noticed changing. Teacher's clothing has changed over the years. I remember when I was younger if a woman dressed a certain way, people would murmur, "oh look how she's dressed? She must be a teacher." Usually the style was some sort of frumpy sweater and a long skirt that didn't quite match. Seemed like male teacher's all went with the tweed jacket and then later, the denim shirt. These days it's quite different. I see younger women wearing tight pants and knee high boots. Sometimes even somewhat revealing clothing for the younger teachers in college. I remember I had a philosophy teacher who used to wear nothing but sundresses. A few times the sun was glaring in and the class became all too aware that she wore sundresses...and nothing else. Normally this would be a great tale to tell, but not this time. I prayed for cloudy days when I had her class. I think we all did.
I have an easier time accepting change these days than during my younger years, because I realize the reasons for it. Sometimes the changes are good, sometimes they aren't. They say change for the sake of change isn't normally successful, but who am I to judge. Some people might like darker Doritos bags, some may like the new business on the corner of Mill & Fisher, some people have a home where a movie theater once was and Burger King is helping the environment, while some of the teachers are downright sexy. Other than the latter, change ain't all it's cracked up to be.
Does anyone remember when Cool Ranch Doritos changed the color of the bag from light blue to dark blue? I remember being so utterly confused that I actually put them back, even though I read the label again and again and it confirmed they were cool ranch flavored. Since that change, I have probably bought them one tenth the number of time. They just aren't the same.
Now this will only apply to Eastchester residents, but one place in town had become the urban legend of landmarks. When it disappeared, it took part of the heart from this town with it. Of course I'm talking about Americana Wigs. Rumor flew that it was a front for some big drug dealers or it was a brothel. I never did find out what the deal with the place was, but I drove by it so many times, when it was gone, a little part of me died.
Probably the most troublesome of all changes, for me at least, is the fact that the Scarsdale Plaza not only closed, but is no longer. There isn't even anything there to pay homage to it's existence. This I find sad, not only because I worked there, but because it was such a wonderful old-style movie theater. More housing and some crappy little park is there now. Ninety-nine cent movies are a thing of the past.
The other day I was in no mood to cook or talk to anyone and went and actually sat by myself in Burger King. I ordered the Whopper meal and the person behind the counter asked what size and I ordered medium. I sat down and stared at the tray in front of me. About twenty little french fries poured out on the paper cloth. A soda that was probably about 24 ounces (which constitutes as medium in today's society. That was all fine and good, but the burger disturbed me. It was wrapped in paper. I started thinking about when I was younger and they came in the Styrofoam box. Then later in a thin cardboard box. Now it's paper. Back then it was like opening a gift. It was the childhood equivalent of getting a piece of jewelry I would think. Now it's paper. This really bothered me that night. It still does.
Maybe this next one is because I've entered the dirty old man phase of my life. Or maybe it's because I've become more introspective and notice things I like that maybe I didn't like before. Or as like this blog states, things that I've noticed changing. Teacher's clothing has changed over the years. I remember when I was younger if a woman dressed a certain way, people would murmur, "oh look how she's dressed? She must be a teacher." Usually the style was some sort of frumpy sweater and a long skirt that didn't quite match. Seemed like male teacher's all went with the tweed jacket and then later, the denim shirt. These days it's quite different. I see younger women wearing tight pants and knee high boots. Sometimes even somewhat revealing clothing for the younger teachers in college. I remember I had a philosophy teacher who used to wear nothing but sundresses. A few times the sun was glaring in and the class became all too aware that she wore sundresses...and nothing else. Normally this would be a great tale to tell, but not this time. I prayed for cloudy days when I had her class. I think we all did.
I have an easier time accepting change these days than during my younger years, because I realize the reasons for it. Sometimes the changes are good, sometimes they aren't. They say change for the sake of change isn't normally successful, but who am I to judge. Some people might like darker Doritos bags, some may like the new business on the corner of Mill & Fisher, some people have a home where a movie theater once was and Burger King is helping the environment, while some of the teachers are downright sexy. Other than the latter, change ain't all it's cracked up to be.
I miss the plaza too.
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