Funny Pet Peeves Biography
Some things people do are just annoying and some are flat out stupid. My pet peeves make me want to scream, but I won't. They make me want to get in people's face, but I won't. Sometimes, I just want to flip someone off, but I won't. Can you imagine me flipping somebody the bird? But I do have a kinder way to unload. If you want to vent with me, just click below...
My Pet Peeves
When you slow down to let another car in traffic and they don't wave "thanks." I'd like to have a pop-up sign on my hood that says, "!emocleW er'uoY" so when they see it in their rear-view mirror, it reads, "You’re Welcome!"
Able, arrogant people who park in the handicap zones. So what exactly is their handicap? Probably par + 50 on the golf course.
People who honk when you don't move fast enough when the light changes. I used to get out of the car and say, "What’s your problem?" but not any more. I might pick the driver with road rage and a big stick.
That weird smell at Restoration Hardware.
When someone answers the phone at a store with, "It’s a beautiful day at Shop-Mart where you’ll find value every day for you and your family. My name is Francesca, how may I help you?"
Gay guys who dress better than I do.
Bathing suits should be put into 4 categories: One piece; Two piece; Bikini; and Just Kill Me Now.
When I find the perfect top and they are all extra-small and small. When I ask, they say they had a size 12 but it sold the first day.
Typos everywhere! Grammar mistakes everywhere!
Constant misuse of its and it's when it’s so simple. It’s only means it is. That's it. Nothing else.
Most people don’t know when to use "He and I" or "Him and me." Here's the right way: Just eliminate the "he and" or the "him and" and it will dictate. i.e., He and I hate bad grammar. Bad grammar is annoying to him and me.
Women who call me "honey." Unless they’re over 80, I find it condescending.
Perfume that stays in the room after they leave.
People who don't grasp the concept of personal space. I keep backing up. They keep coming closer. Finally, I get behind something, like a counter or a chair, like a lion tamer.
Smokers who congregate in front of a building and you can’t escape walking through their cloud of certain death.
I can't stand hypocrites. But I tell them I like them.