Saturday, February 21, 2015
Peevish
Pet peeves. We all have them. They don't have to make sense but they do drive us senseless. No matter how much we try to ignore them or sing another refrain of "Let It Go", pet peeves continue to niggle us. Occasionally, we are able to set one aside, but most often we are plagued with a persistent few that set our teeth into a grinding motion. Here are a few of mine.
1) Encroachment--I prefer to grocery shop when the rest of the world is sleeping in, but when I find myself caught up with the masses, I am quickly subject to muscle tension. This is especially true when I am going through the checkout line and the customer behind me insists on nudging a cart into my space. It is not like there is any doubt where their cart ends and my ample behind begins. It is more a case of urgency without respect to boundaries. It is difficult to sign my name on the card dealy-bob when I have a cart stuck in my rib cage and and my body is askew. Manners, people, manners.
2) Pop-up ads--One does become numb to the barrage of ads that troll around on our computer screens on a daily basis but there are occasions when it is difficult to ignore the flashing, spinning, cannot-find-the-close-button ads. In addition, there are the belly fat pictures, miracle cures from strange tropical fruits and, in my case, old age stuff. Creepy. And not tempting.
3) Dust--How is it that two people, living extremely dull lives, can generate a coating on so many surfaces in so little time? Nancy Neatnik, I am not, but I do feel slovenly when I see my butt print on the piano bench after I stand up. Not sure if I am more depressed about having to dust again or the size of that butt print.
4) Dibbles--Strictly defined, a dibble is a gardening tool. In my world, dibbles are the leftover bits and pieces from meals throughout the week. Cooking is not an exact science. There always seem to be a few leftover beans, one stray pork chop, a half container of yogurt, one clump of grapes and other such non sequitur items. Thus, there are times we have a dibbles meal with all the gusto of a sloth. More likely, I do the fridge purge and say a prayer for the starving citizens of the world.
5) Prescription drug commercials--They always start out with happy, smiling folks embracing a life free of some malady. And then the shoe drops. Boy Howdy. It is hard to stay focused on contentment when the list of possible side effects is finally disclosed. I am not sure I could muster up the courage to ask my doctor for a drug that can potentially cause double vision, leprosy or persistent diarrhea.
Hope you have a peeve free week. And if you like to dust, just let me know. I can make you really happy.
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