So, I decided I will refrain from calling them anything as worthy as a chapter.
Let the pet peeves, Section Two, continue...
- Being seated by the restroom at a nice (or crummy restaurant) when there are plenty of other available tables. Yes, I do know the difference.
- Being given marginal service at a restaurant by the server because I am a female, and considered a lousy tipper (I do 20%, only lower when the service is really bad, and then it is no lower than 15%).
- Being given, what I like to call, the smug-treatment in certain stores (insert the Tampa, Florida-Neiman Marcus, Bloomingdale's, all the stores on Worth Avenue in Palm Beach, and even Bed, Bath & Beyond on certain days).
- When the guy/gal at the deli counter at Publix (local food chain) silently judges me, and sighs loudly, for taking too long to pick a cheese, even when I am the only one standing there.
- When your favorite table, at your favorite restaurant is taken by tourists (I live in a tourist area for a great part of the year).
- When in a retail store and you, inadvertently, ask a non-employee who is stocking the shelves/taking inventory a question and they don't even look at you, just shake their heads and say, loudly, they do NOT work at the establishment.
Here's my top 3 (at least at this moment. ..)
ReplyDelete1. Smacking gum
2. People hovering over me in the line to check out
3. When I pull into a parking spot and realize there's a shopping cart right in the middle, just steps from a cart return!
Here's my top 3 (at least at this moment. ..)
ReplyDelete1. Smacking gum
2. People hovering over me in the line to check out
3. When I pull into a parking spot and realize there's a shopping cart right in the middle, just steps from a cart return!
1. People driving slow in the fast lane.
ReplyDelete2. People that don't give the nice southern wave to say "thanks" when you notice their blinker and adjust your driving to accommodate them.
3. Men that dip tobacco in public...and don't even get me started on those that feel it's okay to grab a spit bottle and tote it around a store! Somewhat recently on a 3 hour plane ride, I had a very nice guy beside me preparing his dip and bottle for the flight. As politely as possible, I told him that while I respected that he also paid for his seat and could do as he pleases there, it would be impossible for me to see and smell that for 3 hours without becoming sick and requiring use of his vomit bag. Bless his nice southern heart, he decided he could wait until we landed to dip!