In this life, there are losers and there are whiners. I'm thinking in particular about people who get what they want but aren't content until they scratch a medium size hole right through the quality of the moment. Why go to a Bruce Springsteen concert and complain about the songs that he didn't sing? Why carp about the consistency of the chocolate pudding that you didn't have to make? Do you really care about the size of the memory on your new PC? And while we're at it, can you really tell the difference between DSL and cable modem? Honestly.
My God we're spoiled. The cell phone reception here is very sketchy, but it beats the heck out of sending smoke signals. The local sports franchise can't put together a pair of winning seasons, but we'll buy the merchandise and moan about some 24 year old's inability to maintain his cat-like agility and focus while still more money is being forced into his already bulging coffers.
They don't make 'em like they used to. It's true. They used to be made of rocks and rough-hewn wood.