Over the years, I have traveled
countless miles by both land and air.
More than 84,000-miles per year were not out of the question.
One of those places I visited was
California . California
is a rather large state, and for business reasons, I stayed in San
Diego , Los Angeles , and San Francisco .
On both the big screen and
television, these cities are portrayed as idyllic, and for the most part, they
are.
The exception to that rule is
two-fold; the politicians are largely under the influence of psychotropic
drugs, and they love to take other people’s money.
I understand that politicians are
born with that theft gene in their DNA, so I have plenty of compassion when
they wink and tell the world the average resident (anywhere) needs to pay more
in taxes.
Of course, most working people
know that that is not true. The Average
Joe and Joette pay lots in taxes for the benefit of all of society. This money includes school funding, police
and fire services, and transportation needs.
But it also includes tax dollars
for free phones, food, housing, education, and parkland, all of which are not
necessarily used by the working class and elderly. Still, they pay for all those amenities and
say nothing about this strong arm crime.
My sainted wife and I decided we
deserved a magical appliance in the form of a KitchenAid mixer, upon our
retirement.
For decades we either had not
enough money for one, or not enough space.
KitchenAid mixers are a high-quality appliance that uses attachments to
augment its versatility. In other words,
it’s a terrific gift that provides a regular excuse to buy a new attachment.
After some years, we’ve
accumulated a wide variety of those attachments to include a pasta maker,
spiralizer, grinder, and shredder, all of which work well, thereby encouraging
future purchases.
And because we have a copious
amount of citrus fruits, hand reaming is virtually impossible.
Yes, we own one of those little
plastic deals with an attached glass jar to collect your fresh-squeezed lemons,
limes, oranges, and grapefruit, sans seeds.
We made an executive decision to
purchase the next logical mixer attachment, a citrus juicer.
A ray of sunshine - everywhere except California |
Once home in our modest kitchen I
opened the box for its initial washing.
It was at this point that I discovered something terribly alarming; we
were either going to die an imminent death, or we weren’t. I wasn’t quite sure, though.
The box sported a label that had
writing in three languages, two of which were foreign – ha, ha – to me.
This stern warning appears as
follows: CALIFORNIA RESIDENTS ONLY – WARNING: Cancer
and Reproductive Harm – www.P65Warnings.ca.gov
Wasn’t I right about it being
pretty stern?
But this is where the waters
become cloudy. According to this legal,
written by and overpaid attorney, warning, this applies to California , only. Or does it?
It appears as though cancer and
reproductive harm is germane and limited to California .
All this begs the question: how
do California
residents juice their citrus fruit?
Maybe all this nannyism – a close
cousin to buttinskism – is just another way for lawyers to make a quick buck by
writing goofy warnings, thereby adding unwanted costs to the products to which
they are attached.
Here’s my personal solution to
this serious dilemma. I merely turned
the box over to where I couldn’t see the dire warning and avoided a deadly
crisis for me and my family.
Please feel free to use this
handy tip yourself.