a few pet peeves
29Apr08
Since sharing my ‘idiosyncracy’ yesterday, I’ve been thinking about offering a more complete selection of the things in life that irritate me. Here’s a quick list - please keep in mind that I’m particular, stubborn, and somewhat judgmental usually quite nice and agreeable.
In no particular order:
- Visibly dirty ears. (I Q-Tip compulsively, which I know is not normal or even particularly healthy, but man! ear wax grosses me out. I blame this on being forced to sit alphabetically at lunch in elementary school. The specimens I imagined to be growing in John T.’s ears still make me shudder.)
- 24-hour news networks. If I wanted to hear the same irritating babble played over and over in a endless loop, I would listen to techno.
- When your cell phone screen gets all smudgy from touching your face.
- People who use the panic button to remember where they parked. There’s a saying that if you can’t take the heat, stay out of the kitchen. Similarly, if you can’t find your nondescript SUV, stay out of the mall parking lot.
- When the toilet paper rolls from under - it feeds from over the top or it’s wrong.
- Having to pay in cash for parking. Or ever, really.
- Sharing the elevator with one person. alone = great. group = expected. one other person = pretending that being in a confined space equates to wanting to engage in polite small talk = no good.
- When my iPod shuffles to a song that really must be heard as part of an album. For example, I actually didn’t even know that Golden Slumbers and Carry That Weight were separate songs until my iPod shuffled through just one of them and left me wondering what happened to the rest. There are just some cases when One and Done just isn’t going to cut it.
- Use of the words ‘crotchety,’ ‘weep,’ and ‘gay’ as an insult. Also, the pronunciation of mature as “muh-tyoor.” Every time I hear that it takes me back to 7th grade keyboarding class. First, I cringe. Then, I laugh when remembering the lecture we got when some less-than-’muh-tyoor’ person kept putting condoms over the door knob. Even funnier now that I know they weren’t balloons…
Miss Rachel,
I think we could be sister’s from another mister…
5. Over…it’s always over! Under should never be an option.
1. I hate when I can feel that crap build up. It drives me nuts and is so orgasmic when I q-tip.
2. news networks=techno=ICK!
3. I’m constantly rubbing my phone against my pants to clean it.
4. I laugh at this as I think I may have done it in L.A., but only because D parked it the night before because I was…well…’asleep’ in the backseat.
6. Why do we pay to park our cars somewhere? We’re just giving money away and it’s got to stop!
7. Sometimes I just want to push the button for the nearest floor or pray my phone rings so I can escape this awkward situation.
8. This has happened to me and I just continue to sing the song that should be there.
9. Not sure I can relate to this one, but it made me giggle.
K
i really hate elevators. they are so awkward and when people cram into them and you can’t breahte it kills me. don’t people know that if that elevator stops that we’ll have to stand shoulder to shoulder for hours while people try to rescue us??? sorry for the rant, but this morning i had to ride on the elevator that is the tower of terror (FOR REAL) and i was scared out of my mind when 15 people crammed in that thing.
and ear wax = shudders.