Pet Peeves II
March 27th, 2009 - A Million Peeves - 15 Comments »I listen to Neil Boortz sometimes on the radio. When I do, I often leave pissed about issues that I didn’t even know were issues. Had I not listened at all, I would have been fine. I can only hope that you’ll leave here with a new batch of things to be frustrated about. Here are some more pet peeves to add to the list.
8. Hug/Handshake Mixups – Closely akin to the high-five/fist pound mixup. You haven’t seen your friend for a while and because of that, you’re totally out of sync. The inevitable happens. You go in for the handshake (afterall, you’re not that great of friends) and he opens wide for the hug. Then, like clockwork, both of you switch, only to be in the very same predicament. There is no clean way out of this.
9. Bent book covers – I just bought a brand new book the other day. There’s just something I love about a fresh, mint condition book. My 1.5 year old thought the book would be more fun to play with than any of his 9.7 million toys. The cover is now bent completely in half. I would rather throw it away than continue reading it. It’s just so…bent. Ugh. How shallow am I?
10. Blue Toothers – This is an obvious choice. Nevermind the fact that you can’t ever tell if the blue-toother is talking to you or the person on the phone. We’ve all been peeved by that for years. What about the fact that he never takes it off…ever. It doesn’t matter if he’s at a funeral or swimming laps. Is there some sort of super-adhesive on those that I don’t know about? Are they like tattoos?
11. Tip Jar at Starbucks – Is this necessary? I just spent half a mortgage payment on this latte. Are you really asking me for more money?
12. Post Oil Change Conversation – You know this conversation is coming. You sit there and think about it while you’re waiting – rehearsing what you’re going to say, how this time you’re going to hold fast. But, as expected, the mechanic comes and sits down beside you. Holding your dirty air filter as his persuasive prop of choice, he locks eyes with you (with those trusting blue eyes), puts his dirty arm around you, and lists all of the car’s other dire needs. You cave, crumble up your “$18.99 Oil Change” coupon, pay him $96, and go on your merry way…again.












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