It's time again for this week's version of the Pet Peeves Portion of the Party. You know you've got em. I sure do. Let's begin with the one I read about today, that gave me the idea for this blog.
I call them Line Creepers. Ohhhhh, I hate it when I'm in line somewhere, and the person behind me infringes on my personal space. Listen Lady (it's almost always a woman, why is that??) it's not going to make me go any faster. Just CHILL.
Butt Litterers. Hello, why do you think your cigarette butt belongs outside your car? You smoke it, you keep it in your car. I saw a great bumper sticker the other day, "My City isn't your trash can." LOVE it.
The Wood Chipper Truck. We have a paper factory in town, therefore, there are many wood chipper trucks taking wood chips to the plant. These trucks have a gate at the back, kind of like a screened thing. But, it doesn't cover the whole backside of the truck, so chips can fly out. WHAT is the purpose of this?
Your/You're and Lose/Loose. Man oh man, the misuse of these words makes me crazzzzy! Learn em. Love em. Live em.
Fitted TShirts. Hello, I thought tshirts were supposed to be baggy and comfy. The fitted T is obviously made for young ladies with no experience with calories, childbirth, or wrinkles. No thanks. I want the baggy boxy one.
Mariah Carey. (do I need to add anything other than this?)
Leopard Print Anything.
When you're sick, YOU make the phone call. Over the years, I've worked with many a folk who had their husband, wife, mother, father or even child call in sick for them. If you are THAT sick that you can't call in, text in, or email in, I really feel for you. Oh, and you don't have to tell me how you've been vomiting, have diarrhea or any other bodily function malfunctions. Just tell me you're sick, and I'll trust that you're sick.
Flip Flop Decals. Do you have these in your part of the world? They are flip flips and people put them in the corner of their back window. They just get on my nerves. I love flip flops, but the stickers? Not so much.
The Blue Tooth Ear Piece. Yeah, I'm all for safe driving, but that ear piece drives me bonkers. Please don't walk around with that in your ear. I'm begging ya.
Glass Cutting Boards. The sound of the knife against that glass is like fingernails on a chalkboard.
Carnations. Ick, Double Ick and Triple Ick. Death Flowers. Bad Smell.
Black Licorice. It reminds me of cold medicine. Keep it away from me!!
***Steven asked me tonight just how many of these posts I've done. Hm. Maybe I'm focusing too much on the negative.***