I know it's November and we should be reflecting on all the things for which we're thankful. And I am. But today, I'm going to talk about a few of my pet peeves .... because it's Monday and that seems like a good day for a topic like this.
And because a MOUNTAIN of laundry is on my agenda for the day and well, it all just seems so fitting : Monday, Laundry, Pet Peeves. They go together like rama lama lama ke ding a de ding a dong.
(You're welcome that you'll be singing that for the rest of the day.)
- The lack of please and thank you. Such simple little words with such powerful effect. Nothing irks me more than doing something for someone, such as holding open a door, and them walking right on through like they're the King or Queen of Life. Seriously. Just say thank you.
- When cashiers hand me my bills, change and receipt all together in one big clump. I have to separate all three and then the people behind me start sighing because I'm placing my bills where they belong, the change where it belongs and the receipt in the sack or purse or somewhere else besides my hand. I feel so flustered and rushed and like I'm in a race.
Maybe the people sighing is all in my head. But I know it's not because the other day I must have been taking too long putting my change up and a lady came and stood DIRECTLY behind me at the register and placed her purse on the little stand in front of me like she owned the place. I was overcome with rage and turned around and looked at her like she had 3 heads. She was literally 2 inches from my back. Just standing there. It made me want to take out all my bills and rearrange them in alphabetical order according to serial number. And then polish every coin with my shirt.
- Driving. Slow. In. The. Left. Lane. Seriously, it causes extreme anxiety in my life. When I worked outside the home, I had serious road rage. Like, it was bad. But now that I'm not necessarily on the roads daily and don't have to be somewhere at an exact time every morning, it's much better. Working at home is good for my soul and my patience.
- When you ask for a packet of ketchup and they give you 92.
- When stores put a cap on how many things you can take into the dressing room. Why does it matter? I was at a store the other day that had a sign hanging on the dressing room door saying I could only take three things in. I took like 8. I'm such a rebel. I could either take in all 8 or set the other five outside the door and open the door and switch them out after every item. Why?! I mean, how much sense does that make? I don't understand! Why do I have to step outside of the door and come back in to try on another item? Oh, the wonders of the world.
- Restrooms without changing tables. I've changed my babies on bathroom floors (covered, of course), benches, my lap, and even on top of an old sewing machine in restrooms before! And why an old sewing machine was in a restroom, I'll never know. Nope, no changing table, but we've got a sewing machine! Maybe you'll want to whip up a dress while you're doing your business!
Okay, guys. I feel so much better now that I've gotten all of that off my chest. Sorry this post wasn't very uplifting ... I was in the mood to vent! :)
A wop ba-ba lu-mop a wop bam boom!!