I backed my car out of the garage yesterday. I usually don’t put my seat belt on until I’m ready to leave my driveway, so I have to endure a monotonous barrage of bleeping while I’m driving in such a recklessly unrestrained state. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m all for seat belts, it’s the bleeping ding, ding, ding that gets me.
But that’s not my car’s only party piece. Insert a CD, bleep. Eject a CD, bleep. If I open the door and leave the key in the ignition, Bleep, bleep, bleep. If a passenger gets into the car while the engine is running, bleep, bleep, bleep. Every time I don’t do things as the car wants, I get bleeping dinged. Sometimes I wonder who’s the man and who’s the machine.
It’s not just my car that bleeps. Our microwave bleeps when its done cooking. Good idea, but why does it then have to bleep every thirty seconds until I take the food out of the oven? I mean the microwave has turned itself off, nothing’s going to get burnt.
My iPad bleeps every time it receives an email, great, but not at 3am. The DVR bleeps, and somewhere there is an option on the TV to make it bleep (but I found that one and killed it).
Every single kid’s toy with batteries bleeps, and like every kid’s toy it gets played with long beyond what the United Nations would consider cruel and unusual treatment. Come to think of it, we have a couple of toys I’d like to put through some cruel and unusual treatment.
The door alarm bleeps. If you open a window, bleep.
If bad weather is comming, the radio bleeps – even if it’s 60 miles away in Dallas.
Twitter messages, mail messages, turning you computer on and off, bleep, bleep, bleep.
Every manufacturer thinks that I should be paying attention to their product, whether I want to or not … and 99% of the time its not. It’s like I don’t have say in what I do with my life.
So what’s driven you bleeping mad this week?