By Corinne Wnek
If you are having a good day, get ready because that’s about to change when you finish reading this column. This is your official anxiety alert warning that it all goes downhill from here, because I’m talking about pet peeves. And this kind of discussion inevitably invites others to play ‘I can top that one’, thereby raising collective blood pressures.
I have a few pet peeves but for reason my list keeps getting longer. That I’ve turned into a crabapple is entirely possible. But I don’t think so. I’m still bright and sunny, or so I’m told, and I believe in the concept of ‘live and let live’. Nevertheless, I struggle with situations that seem to defy common sense. But as the saying goes, common sense isn’t all that common.
Pet peeve number one is the driver who keeps the driver-side car door open on narrow streets that have high volume traffic. This is second only to the driver who unexpectedly flings the driver-side car door open on narrow streets that have high volume traffic. If I had a dollar every time I had to suddenly swerve or brake because of this, I’d be dripping in diamonds. I also know how Harry Potter must have felt chasing the golden snitch in a quidditch match. What are these people thinking?
Another favorite pet peeve of mine is the time I have to spend in the ‘express lane’ at the grocery store or at my bank’s drive up window. I swear that no matter how short the line is that I get into, I will wait there longer than anybody else in any other lane. Should it really be okay that people ignore the ‘ten items only’ sigh at the checkout? Should it really be okay that five people in the same car ahead of me all get to have their transactions done at the same time? But I’m learning. It’s called online banking and ATMs.
One of my newest pet peeves is the automated phone call that comes in and doesn’t allow you to delete it while it is in progress. This happens quite a bit during dinner, especially around election time. Why should I have to listen to a long-winded political message from someone who wants to sell me on a candidate? Hey, my cooking is bad enough without something else getting in the way to spoil it.
And what about the cell phone users who can’t seem to put their phones down as they ride the Route 1 & 9 corridor at 70 miles an hour? There must be some connection between talking on the phone and memory loss because these gabbers rarely signal a lane change or recognize that a green traffic light means go and a red one means stop. When I rule the world, there will be ‘cell phone surveillance workers’ at every mile marker. Not only will this create jobs, but it will also get the unsafe drivers busted.
Wow! I feel better just getting this off my chest. Have a nice day!
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