-Why do sport stores charge so much for what are called “Five Fingered Running Shoes”, when you can just buy a pair of Rubbermaid dishwashing gloves for $2.00 at Ocean State Job Lot?
-Why is it that just when I was spelling relief as “D-o-n-a-l-d T-r-u-m-p i-s n-o-t r-u-n-n-i-n-g” I read where he is reconsidering his decision?
-Why do the publishers of the local paper ask readers to not only report, but take pictures of roads with excessive numbers of potholes? Don’t these people drive? And wouldn’t it save time if instead, we reported the streets that don’t have potholes?
-Why is it that when I download a free preview of a Kindle book I really get into it, then buy the full version and find that it’s so bad I have to quickly get out of it? (Note to writers everywhere: be sure to make your first chapter captivating and then feel free to write the rest while watching TV—you’re book might still sell)
-Why do people spend so much money buying Adirondack chairs? I see them on lawns everywhere, but I never see anyone sitting in one.
-Why is the biggest delay at a road construction site usually caused by the safety detail guys chatting with the work crew?
-Why do I long for Memorial Day weekend all winter and when it finally comes, it goes so fast?
I’ve wondered some of the same things myself.
Another one: Why do mosquitoes come out in the evening just when you are settled on the deck for a nice dinner?