Everyone has a few things that bother them. While most folks are taking time to be thankful and forgiving, I thought I’d go straight in the opposite direction. Following is a list of things that irritate me like fingernails on a blackboard:
- Fingernails on a blackboard
- People in the passing lane that drive slower than people in the right lane
- Traffic in general
- The McRib
- Rude Customer Service Representatives – I mean really – isn’t that an oxymoron?
- Parking meters
- Driving in downtown, anywhere downtown, traffic. What’s with all the one-way streets??
- People with the “My Kid’s on the Honor Roll” bumper stickers. Really? Well my kid got a C in Algebra by 1 point so lay off already will ya? (Except for that year my kid WAS on the Honor Roll then of course I proudly displayed my bumper sticker and curiously those people didn’t irritate me nearly so much)
- Having the sniffles
- Weathermen who predict snow and then talk about it for a week and it never happens.
- Miranda Lambert
- Showers in hotels that when you adjust a millimeter to the left get ice-cold and adjust a millimeter to the right get boiling hot.
- Airport Security – I know it’s necessary and I don’t fight it but I don’t have to like it so I don’t!
- When your favorite pair of socks get a hole in the heel and you have to throw them away because you’re the Mom and that’s what you tell everyone else in the house they have to do.
- Running out of wine
- Running out of vodka
- Running out of rum . . . wait this is taking a wrong turn
- Running out of milk
- When you’ve been waiting in line for 15 minutes and just as it’s your turn a new register opens.
- Vegans – they make me feel so damn guilty!
- Kelly Rippa
- Writer’s Block
- Twilight Haters – you don’t have to read the books and you don’t have to watch the movies, but let me enjoy my werewolves and vampires ok?
- Chain Letters – which have now turned into Facebook posts about fighting cancer or hunger or being kind to animals and if you don’t copy and post to your status for 1 hour you are the root of all evil.
- People who serve real cranberries for Thanksgiving. I want the slippery, slimy sauce out of the can like Mom used to make.
- Anything, or anyone, that happens before my first cup of coffee.
- Finally, and most importantly: Crabby critical people who like to make lists of things that bug them. Hmm . . . wait a minute . . .