I still talk to my parents almost every day… I’m curious to know what’s going on at home and how our limo business is doing and how Chip and Kitty are. On the phone the other day, my dad mentioned that he didn’t know what my “pet peeves” are. So in no particular order and just because I want to, I’ve compiled a list of things that push my buttons.
- For the life of me, I cannot understand what excuse anyone can have for smelling badly. With countless brands of deodorant, gum and inexpensive body sprays, there’s just no excuse. I don’t care how hot it is outside. You smell like a monkey.
- I’m all for meandering the city with my girlfriends, but when people decide to walk four people across, on a busy sidewalk, at a glacial pace, it’s war. Blame the New Yorker in me, but there is no excuse. It’s just rude. And if I have to say passive aggressive things or “accidentally” elbow you to get by, your guffawing and bitching is completely unwarranted.
- Jackhammers.
- I hate when I’m in the middle of a conversation and the other person says something that I don’t hear. And when I say “what?” they respond “Never mind.” Soooo not okay for numerous reasons. First off, I legit couldn’t hear you. Secondly, by saying never mind, it comes off as if you think that I couldn’t understand what you were trying to convey. And lastly, it totally kills the conversation. Don’t be a murderer; it’s just not cool.
- Telemarketers.
- I find it difficult to love “friends” that only ever call about the bad things and drain me of my energy. Basically, any relationship that doesn’t benefit me, as well. It’s exhausting and entirely unfair. I mean I love you, but please don’t drain me of my energy and advice.
- Hypocrisy.
- I can never understand why “larger” people wear clothes so completely inappropriate for their body type. It’s distasteful and doesn’t help them in the least. There are flattering styles for all body types.
- I hate hate hate when people take the last bit of toilet paper and don’t replace a roll. No one looks cute running down the hall, sans pants, to grab another roll from the hall closet.
- This one’s relatively new, but I can’t believe the behavior of people in the dressing rooms of retail shops. Yes, I realize it’s a service industry, but I’m not your maid. You don’t need to bring in a billion different clothes, just to leave them in a heap on the floor so I can pick them up and hang them appropriately. Especially when there’s a line of people waiting for a room and they have to wait until I can muscle everything off your dressing room floor. RUDE.
- On a similar note, please don’t try on clothes when you have the world’s worst BO. All the Febreze in the world can’t fix it.
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