I try to be a very positive person.
Even in the face of adversity, I tend to stay (often unrealistically) positive and cheery. But even I have my limits.
I decided to make a list of my pet peeves, thinking I’d list them, get it off my chest and move on.
Originally the title of this post was “My 10 Pet Peeves” but I found that once you get started, it is hard to stop.
Is this the same dark cloud that comes over internet trolls as they spread their negativity across the land?
Fear not, I won’t turn into THAT girl but I hope you will indulge me in a mini-rant.
My 23 Pet Peeves
- Wine served too warm – you had to know that I would start with a something about wine. Too warm is WAY worse than too cold.
- People who talk about how fattening everything on their plate is. And worse, how fattening everything on MY plate is. No bueno.
- Moldy strawberries at the bottom of the carton. Every.single.time.
- Intolerance. Judge not lest you be judged. Plus it’s just mean.
- When people say “I’m sorry” when what they really mean is “I’m sorry I got caught”. #AshleyMadison among too many others.
- People who don’t say “thank you” when I hold the door open for them even after I say “you’re welcome” in my friendliest, passive/aggressive voice.
- People who don’t scrub their hands after using the bathroom. I’m tempted to start carrying a Sharpie to edit the public restroom signs that say “Employees must wash hands” to say “EVERYONE must wash hands.” Just gross.
- Unkindness. Kindness is so much better.
- Wedge Salads. If I wanted to chop up and assemble my own salad I would have stayed home and passed on the $10 price tag. Plus, my grandmother taught me that a lady never takes a knife to her salad. Now you understand why a wedge salad causes me such angst.
- Bad customer service. See The Clunker. At least they apologized.
- People who vote based solely on name recognition.
- Internet trolls and all other bullies. Just stop.
- Airline passengers who carry on too much luggage. I admit that I rarely carry on luggage because of my exceedingly wimpy arm muscles, but still. When you carry on too much luggage, hold up the boarding process and drop your duffel on my head trying to shove it into the overhead bin, I feel that I am entitled to object.
- Waiters who don’t write down my order. I’ve heard that it is often servers waiting for their big acting break who use this technique…it supposedly helps them work on their ability to memorize scripts. All too often this turns into a recurring role as The Waiter Who Had To Ask Me To Repeat My Order or The Waiter Who Screwed Up My Order. Neither award worthy roles.
- All election commercials. My least favorite TV season.
- People who think they are above the law.
- Fine print. I can never find my reading glasses when I need them.
- Needing reading glasses. How can I read the fine print?!?!?!
- Clerks complaining to other employees about their job or their boss while waiting on me. See #10
- Mushrooms in EVERYTHING. I’m not a fan of fungus in food form. Is there such a thing as a mushroom allergy? Can I make one up?
- Bad grammar. Is it too much to ask that you spend two minutes to edit your work, making certain that you’re using proper grammar? There are too many examples of people not taking pride in their work. They’re annoying.
- Negative people. The glass half empty is not my kind of glass.
On that note, I’m going to take the advice of the brilliant, beautiful and talented Taylor Swift and
Shake it off!
I may be a pathologically positive person but it’s the only way I know how to be. I learned that from my mom.
Pollyanna is back in the house.
I’m going to take that half empty glass and fill it with some wine.Thanks for stopping by,
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