Peeve

Some things give me the staggering irrits. Minor things. Things that in the great scheme of things do not matter. Things that on a scale of 100, where 100 equals death, would rate a 2. But some of these things have a cumulative effect.which can really crap up your day. Some of these things are usually committed by other people and therefore you have no power over the outcome. I think that is the issue. You have no power. Some of these things are:

People whose conceptual ability is so limited that they cannot related the idea of an arriving bus with the concept of actually paying for their journey. They get on the bus, lock eyes with the driver and then realise that there is an inherent contract in operation whereby the driver takes the person to an approximate location in exchange for small round metallic discs. Once they realise this, the person then dives into their handbag (yes, they are usually women) to locate their purse and rummage through it looking for aforementioned small metallic discs to complete the contractual negotiations. Meanwhile, the rest of the passengers are looking for any available small firearms that may have been left behind by previous travellers.


Microsoft Internet Explorer. How I hate it. How much do I need to move up to Mac OSX. Bill Gates has much to answer for .


John Howard. I may have mentioned this before.


People who phone AIDSLine and hang up as soon as you pick up the phone.


Television commercials with voiceovers that scream at you. What, in the name of humanity, do they think that by screaming at their customers that is going to induce them to patronise their Rug Clearance, CD Clearance, Book Clearance, Manchester Clearance... Are we seeing a pattern here?


Marge, who at 3.37 a.m. decided she wants to go outside and, after nine years of fruitless effort, still thinks that by clawing at the carpet she can actually dig her way under the door and escape to freedom. She also believed she can dig her way under the bathroom door if I am having a shower and she is locked out of the bathroom. She really is not very bright. Also, what is the deal that a 3.5 kg cat can shift me through the night so that she has the middle of a queen size bed and I am contorted around her? How does she do that? I guess this qualifies as my pet peeve.