It occurred to me that we all have something that drives us crazy. Since I know you’re just dying to know what mine are (heh heh), I thought I’d share.
People who check their cell phone 10 times an hour while you are with them. My boyfriend does this which often prompts me to ask him if he’s waiting for a better offer. Unless you are a doctor on call or President Obama, put your damn phone away when you are out to dinner with friends or your sweetheart. You’re not that important.
Bag crinklers. There is nothing worse when you are at the movies than a bag crinkler. I’m trying to watch the overpriced movie while you are sticking your entire arm into that bag of popcorn and I’ve got a constant melody of crunching and crinkling. A little thoughtfulness goes a long way.
Texting. I love texting; I do it all the time. But I don’t do it when I’m with people, in a meeting, at lunch/dinner or at the movies. It astonishes me that we are even talking about it. Where is Ann Landers when you need her? The question must be posed that if you’re texting while at dinner, a movie, with friends, why are you even there?
Voice-mail: the downfall of society. Now, I’m a good person, a patient person and an understanding person. But by the time I get to a live person when calling my credit card company, my utility company, the DMV and sometimes my doctor, I’m none of those things. I long for the days (I’m dating myself here) when a real live person actually answers the phone, you tell her what you need at which time you immediately get transferred (to the right person!). Those days are just a memory. In its place is a mine field of prompts, directions, listening to directories and pressing the correct buttons. God forbid you miss one; you have to start all over again. If there is a hell, I’m certain you will have to deal with voicemail while you are there.
Teeth pickers and finger lickers. Oh Lord, have mercy if I’m sitting at a dinner table with either one of these. My eyes start to twitch; I purposely look away and must force myself to not throw judging gazes. The sounds also drive me up the wall. If you’re a teeth picker or finger licker, stay the hell away from me!
People who litter. It drives me nuts when I see someone throw something out of a car or finish a cup of coffee and toss it in the street. You would be surprised (or maybe not) how many times I confront these litterbugs; sometimes successfully, sometimes not so much. I’ve discovered a little trick; I pretend I’m videoing them with my iPhone and they miraculously develop a conscience. People who litter are definitely up there on my pet peeve list. What I really want to do is yell out to them that I’m going to tell their mother.
Professional voice mail boxes that are not set up. I was once referred to a hypnotist to help me sleep. When I tried calling him for an appointment I received a message telling me his voice mail box had not been set up. What?! You’re a doctor and you want to handle my case but you don’t know how to set up your voice mail? Oh, I don’t think so. Trust me, if you are dealing with a professional and they don’t have their voice mail box set up … keep walking.
Call waiting. There are only two people you should be interrupting a call for when you are on the phone; your kids or God. Anyone else is just plain rude. Call waiting is a legitimate way of being on one phone call and being able to switch it for a better offer. I call bullshit.
Wow, as I check back on some of these, with the exception of the blatant violation of good manners, all of my pet peeves are a product of societal progress. There’s a lot to be said for the good old days.
I’d love to compare notes and hear your pet peeves. I have a feeling it would help to make me feel so normal.
Yes, I will survive my pet peeves, but God help the person who is on the other end of them; they may not.