Pet Peeves

     Everyone has something that drives them completely insane, pi$$es them instantly off, and qualifies as a pet peeve with its regular ability to do so. With the pre-menopausal beast rearing its angry head on occasion, G0d only knows…my list is most likely to get a lot longer before it gets shorter. So here goes…

1. People who insist on driving 10 miles or more under the speed limit. Let’s just assume I have no where else to go except the library or the grocery store, I still want to get there sometime in this life time. I am not getting any younger waiting for you!!

2. Store clerks who are clueless. Is it really possible to live and work two hours drive away from Chicago and not know that the city is in Illinois?? Please remove your head from you’re a$$ before you open your mouth. If you don’t know, discreetly ask someone else instead of illuminating your stupidity to everyone, especially me. At least I can view you with a little more respect for trying to seek knowledge instead of appearing like a know it all that knows nothing.

3. Store clerks who are lazy and rude. Hello, if you work in a pet store you should know what general direction the flea collars are in. Don’t try to sell me something better. If I had $50.00 to blow on some ultra sonic device that scares fleas off my pet, I wouldn’t have asked where the flea collars were. I know you are paid by the hour and are not on commission. I am not asking you to walk me to the flea collars and demonstrate each one. I only want to know where there are. Since there are five store clerks standing together behind the register with nothing better to do, it wouldn’t kill one of you to share a little knowledge with a customer. Newsflash: you are being paid to help me, not just to take up space.

4. Telemarketers. No I do not want to take a survey. Even if I have nothing better to do with myself but pick my butt, I would rather be doing that than talking to you. I have no money and no desire to buy or donate anything. I realize you are getting paid to pester people, and I feel your pain, but kindly leave ME alone. I am not that lonely yet. You are annoying.

5. Dirty clothes or laundry on the floor. We don’t live in a 100 room mansion. If you have enough energy to take it off, go the rest of the way and take it to the dirty clothes basket so I don’t have to. I wash it, fold it, and put it away…is a little cooperation to much to ask?





6. Bill collectors who are stupid enough to call me looking for money. If I had money I would have paid you. If I knew when I was going to have money, I would have called YOU, and informed YOU when the happy occasion would occur. Threatening me with collection doesn’t impress me much. I have been there before, and guess what? The world didn’t come to an end because it. The sun still came out the next day, and guess what I still owed the money. Wow, who would have thought? My husband gets paid by the mile so the amount we are paid fluctuates and is never the same. It is impossible to predict. In future, pry out your bunched up panties which are firmly lodged in you’re a$$ and send your request in the mail like everybody else. By the way, you just won a free bushel of horse shit. Enjoy it. Your phone call is wasted on the likes of me.

      There you have it: the top 6 things that get under my skin. I have discovered the heavenly bliss of silence since my phone has been turned off, and I LIKE IT!!!! I will quietly crawl down off my soapbox now until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.