Annoyances

I’m sitting in the bookstore and glancing around I see any number of things that grate on my sensibilities.

I’ll start my list with what’s right hear and add other things that irritate or annoy me because I know you’re absolutely dying to know.

• Guys who wear baseball caps backwards. The only thing worse is the ones who wear them askew like some time traveling fugitive from a Little Rascals episode.
• Guys who wear flip-flops in public. Sandals creep me out too, but to a lesser degree.
• People sitting near me who jabber loudly in a foreign language. (In this case, it’s Chinese.)
• White chocolate.
• People ahead of me in line who write a check to pay for their purchase and take freaking forever to get out the checkbook, write the date, payee, amount and their signature, and then make a production out of recording it in the register and putting the checkbook away. Checks cost money. Plastic does not.
• Everybody else’s cell phone ringtone. I don’t like mine all that much, either.
• Phyllis at the optician’s office.
• The moron who parked unnecessarily close to my driver’s side door at the optician’s office.
• Michael Jackson
• Frequent updates to iTunes, mostly designed to accommodate Apple devices I don’t own.

There. I feel better now.