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My Pet Peeves
Friday, January 27, 2006, 9:30 PM
My top 10 Peeves: Ranked from least to most annoying.
10. People who don't use their turn signal. 9. Teens and twentysomethings that keep their pants up by walking funny. God that's annoying. 8. People who have not learned to park their vehicle properly. 7. Men who leave the seat up. 6. Women who hover. 5. Crooked pictures on the wall. 4. People who talk with each other while you are giving a presentation. 3. Turning around to go back for something you forgot. 2. Spoiled rotten rugrats. 1. People who don't recycle.
Just a few issues still to work on.
I have left people notes on their car asking them where they learned to park. On one, the car had a military base pass sticker and identified them as a Colonel. So I wrote, "Hey Colonel, Didn't they teach you how to park in the military?"
I must tell you that my boy is not one to leave the seat up, if anything he has to remind me every so often to shut the lid.
99.8% of the time, I never go back for whatever I have forgotten. Except the other day. Leaving for work one morning. Got down the street, forgot my girlfriends catalog. Went back. Got it, started out again. Got to the first traffic light. Forgot my inhaler. Went back. Got it, started out again. Got to the middle of the next block. Forgot the credit card. Went back. Got it, started out....again! Suffering succotash. Got to work. Spent an hour or so doing piddly things, grabbed my keys and bag to go to Denver. Got to the top of the stairs. "Pam, did you get the mail for Denver?" says Mary. Nope. Went back. Got it, started for the stairs again. "Pam, you going to Denver?" says Brenda. "Can you take this box?" Yup. Went back. Made it to the bottom of the stairs. No Jeep keys. Jesus Mary and Joseph. Back up the stairs. Got the keys. Back down the stairs. "Pam, which branch you going to? Wouldn't be Denver would it?" Yup. "Can you take this box of forms?" Yup. Back the Jeep to the door, open the hatch, load the stuff...."One more box Pam!". Saints preserve me.
I'm Pam and Bill.
We are DINKS with DOGS & CATS and chickens and turkeys.
Met on a blind date in October of 1993 and married in August of 1994. We have five dogs and two cats.
We live on about 122 or so acres in Southern Vermont. About 12 acres of pasture and the rest is woodland..