First of all, let me apologize for my tardiness. Spank me. :-P I was awarded the Supervisor position at work and started last Saturday. It’s been a long week with a couple of 12 hour days so I really haven’t had a lot of time to spend online.
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Day 7: 5 Pet Peeves
Free Dictionary defines ” Pet Peeve” as ” A continual source of personal annoyance”. Although I probably have closer to 100 pet peeves, I’m only supposed to talk about 5 of them.
Where shall I begin?
1. Bad drivers. Slow drivers. Rude drivers. I suffer from a slight touch of road rage and Quebec drivers test my limits every day. I wrote a post about my driving pet peeves and you can read it here if you’d like.
3. All flying insects. Ever try to take a walk during the summer when it’s really hot and not matter where you go, you are followed by a small cloud of gnats? These winged parasites have caused much face fanning and swearing over the years and make me want to hibernate even more than I do now. Houseflies, mosquitos, bees and wasps suck too.
4. People who don’t control their children or pets.
You’re in a nice seafood restaurant with your spouse. Having the good sense to leave your children at home, you ask for a “quiet” table and get seated with other young families who lacked such sense and had their demon seed with them. You, being parents yourselves, try to be patient and understanding but the annoyance and eventually anger that you stuff deep down inside, finally erupts and you yell at the family beside you to “Shut that fucking kid up!” Next time, keep the little bastards at home.
And when it comes to animals, don’t you love walking into someone’s house, just to have their big slobber-hound make a beeline for your crotch. Even worse when the owners just laugh it off and don’t pull Sniffy McSnifferson off of your genitals. Note to self: Bring my pet tarantula on my next visit.
And last but not least…
5. Rude People. They interrupt you when you’re talking, they cut you off in traffic and then drive slower than the speed limit, talk on their cell phones via blue tooth and for about 30 seconds you think they’re talking to you and you answer them…like an idiot. They wait at the back of the line at the supermarket and then dash for the first cash that opens up. You hold the door open for them and they don’t even make eye contact with you, nevermind actually saying “Thank You. “ They remind me constantly why I like animals more than people.