Bitch About Butter

Well, maybe this is more like a rant, than a bitch session, but I fail to understand why places that specialize in service to older people, especially disabled ones do things like serve cream and butter and salad dressing in those itty-bitty plastic containers that are hard to open if you have trouble with vision or fine motor skills. If they do serve them, you would think that the serving people would open the things for the people who can't.

And places that consider themselves as home, maybe they need to think about how home-like those things feel. When I want butter at my house, I just dig in the knife and life out a splouge of the stuff (splouge is a word I just made up, feel free to use it. I don't know how much it is in metric.) I would have to open several of those little plastic containers to equal one splouge.

I understand that :
a. it is probably more sanitary
b. more cost effective
c. some people don't want other people splouging in their food.

( Now you see, I have just taken my new noun, and made it into a verb--to splouge . The French will be splougir. Past tense: jái splougi.)

but that isn't the point.