As much as I hate to admit it, I hail from a long line of complainers.
If professional griping was actually a thing, it would be something the women in my family would be experts in the field.
Granny often thought complaining was the best way to get action.
I think sometimes the old gal looked for opportunities to complain.
She complained if the grocery bagger put too many items in her bag and fussed if he didn’t put enough.
She complained when the paper got wet in the rain, only to call and complain she couldn’t get it out of the bag that kept it dry the next week.