To prepare for this blog, I made
a grocery list of all the things that I could remember had angered me
lately. I ended up with over thirty
items. It made me suspiciously in need
of Anger Management, so I decided to reduce the list to ten.
Here they are in no particular
order:
1.
People with
no sense of cell phone etiquette. Do you
really need to be told to mute, put away, or not tape or take pictures without
permission when it precludes interaction with another person? When did a relationship with a phone take
precedence over a relationship with another human being?
2.
People who befriend you only because they want
something from you, opportunists who leech what they can and then move on, fat
and sassy, after they have sucked you dry.
3.
Facial hair as I age. Where did that come from? I refer to the moustache that rivals the one
my father sported for years, or the lone whisker that shows up at random on my
chin, especially when I am trying to impress a new friend and they cannot focus
on my charming wit because the lone whisker waves at them.
4.
My cowlick.
It has been with me since birth and is one of the reasons I have
requested to be cremated upon my death.
For once, I get to win that battle.
5.
Loud, arrogant, obnoxious people who always turn
the conversation around and make it about them instead of congratulating you or
sympathizing or just plain shutting up and listening to your announcement.
6.
Toilet paper that unfurls to the floor when all
you wanted was one swatch, especially when you are in a bind and have only one
hand to spare. Really?
7.
Penniless, unknowns who do not have two dollars in
their wallets but who think they alone own the multi-trillion dollar USA
roadways, and who then rage at you for trespassing on their property.
8.
Unsympathetic professionals (or employees) who
have no sympathy (much less empathy) for their clients, patients, or customers,
and act as if they are doing you a favor for waiting on you.
9.
People who marginalize others because of their
ethnicity, age, gender, weight, etc. (I hate to be patronized or ignored because
of my last name, my gray hair, my being female, or my not being a single-digit dress
size.)
10. Packaging
that is supposed to be “easy to open” and “resealable,” and ends up being
neither and you have to hack it open like some fiend in a bad horror flick. Thank
goodness for plastic baggies and rubber bands.
I could name several more but
would prefer to hear from you.
Name your number one pet peeve.
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