No long ago I published a blog about things which are kinda pet peeves of mine, wondering if they were really "peeve-worthy". I wondered if those things that bugged me, or just got under my skin, really were worthy of my time and energy so as to even call them "peeves"; let alone "pet-peeves". Well, I've found a few more things to ponder on. I'll seek your sage wisdom and/or insights as to whether they are indeed peeve-worthy .
Waiting at traffic signals. Everyone is stopped. And there is no one coming through the red light. Not one car. Not one pedestrian. Not even in the distance between here and Chicago. It drives me nuts to stop for what seems like forever for what appears to be nothing or no one Drive through? Ha! It's probably a trap....
Humidity. I know. No one can control the weather. But really now, can't they do something? Pass a law? Invent something that dries the outside air? I know, I know, humidity is good for plants and your skin and all living things. But do they need to mix it with ungodly heat? I guess my real pet-peeve about this is when the weatherman gleeful reports the humidity index as it nears 110%. Do we really need to know? And as they always say, "It's not the heat its the...." Blast them.
Haggling. As you may or may not know, I have been helping my friends with their estate sale business. It can be fun. Staging the house, tagging the items, doing the promotions. But one thing really bugs me. When the boss sets a (very fair) price, it is after great consideration. He has to consider the profit margin, the net to client and compensating staff. So when you ask me on a two dollar item if I will take one dollar, I say no. Or, even more grating is when on that same two dollar item, I offer it to you for one dollar and you ask me if I'll take fifty cents. Ayeeee!
The rolling of the eyes. How adolescent of you. Really? Just because I ask an innocent question or wonder about something like the meaning of life or why traffic signals are so long, I don't think I warrant a rolling of the eyes. That's like a teenager being impatient with a well-meaning parent or even a sometimes clueless joe like me.
International McDonald's (or Subway or Burger King). While visiting Italy recently, it was somewhat jarring to see Mickey D's some of the oldest cities in the world. Amidst the ruins and ancient statuary, a Subway? Yes, the Italians are entitled to fast food to clog their arteries and instant hunger gratification, but really, can't you at least try to "blend in?" Another Ayeeee!
Off leash dogs and their arrogant owners. I have some a neighbors who take their dog out every night and let it poop on other people's lawns. It seems to be the entire family, mom, daughter, mom's SO, the maid. They all let the dog do its business wherever it pleases...never on their own lawn. What's wrong with them? They make absolutely no pretense to even try to pick it up! One time the SO was standing on my parkway, letting the dog do his business. I went and got my pooper scooper and picked it up while he was walking away. "Oh," he said sheepishly, "I guess I shouldn't let him do that." "Not really," I said. I guess he didn't feel sheepish enough. They just go down further now.
Trivial rants. Okay, you got me. All these things are trivial I suppose. No, they are not worth getting my knickers in a knot. But minor as they may be, I do count them as peeves. Peeve-worthy? Maybe not. But really, we choose our pets and when feed them by paying attention to them. Perhaps that's where I go wrong?
Thoughts? Musings?
Waiting at traffic signals. Everyone is stopped. And there is no one coming through the red light. Not one car. Not one pedestrian. Not even in the distance between here and Chicago. It drives me nuts to stop for what seems like forever for what appears to be nothing or no one Drive through? Ha! It's probably a trap....
Humidity. I know. No one can control the weather. But really now, can't they do something? Pass a law? Invent something that dries the outside air? I know, I know, humidity is good for plants and your skin and all living things. But do they need to mix it with ungodly heat? I guess my real pet-peeve about this is when the weatherman gleeful reports the humidity index as it nears 110%. Do we really need to know? And as they always say, "It's not the heat its the...." Blast them.
Haggling. As you may or may not know, I have been helping my friends with their estate sale business. It can be fun. Staging the house, tagging the items, doing the promotions. But one thing really bugs me. When the boss sets a (very fair) price, it is after great consideration. He has to consider the profit margin, the net to client and compensating staff. So when you ask me on a two dollar item if I will take one dollar, I say no. Or, even more grating is when on that same two dollar item, I offer it to you for one dollar and you ask me if I'll take fifty cents. Ayeeee!
The rolling of the eyes. How adolescent of you. Really? Just because I ask an innocent question or wonder about something like the meaning of life or why traffic signals are so long, I don't think I warrant a rolling of the eyes. That's like a teenager being impatient with a well-meaning parent or even a sometimes clueless joe like me.
International McDonald's (or Subway or Burger King). While visiting Italy recently, it was somewhat jarring to see Mickey D's some of the oldest cities in the world. Amidst the ruins and ancient statuary, a Subway? Yes, the Italians are entitled to fast food to clog their arteries and instant hunger gratification, but really, can't you at least try to "blend in?" Another Ayeeee!
Off leash dogs and their arrogant owners. I have some a neighbors who take their dog out every night and let it poop on other people's lawns. It seems to be the entire family, mom, daughter, mom's SO, the maid. They all let the dog do its business wherever it pleases...never on their own lawn. What's wrong with them? They make absolutely no pretense to even try to pick it up! One time the SO was standing on my parkway, letting the dog do his business. I went and got my pooper scooper and picked it up while he was walking away. "Oh," he said sheepishly, "I guess I shouldn't let him do that." "Not really," I said. I guess he didn't feel sheepish enough. They just go down further now.
Trivial rants. Okay, you got me. All these things are trivial I suppose. No, they are not worth getting my knickers in a knot. But minor as they may be, I do count them as peeves. Peeve-worthy? Maybe not. But really, we choose our pets and when feed them by paying attention to them. Perhaps that's where I go wrong?
Thoughts? Musings?
