Pet Peeves

I have many pet peeves. After a conversation I just had, I feel the need to vent some of them.

1. People who say "I just got your email dated ABC" even though I have a return receipt from that email, along with the ones I sent on EFG, HIJ, and LMNOP.
2. People who say "I'll send you that information via email right now" and never do.
3. People who are so impatient to turn that they honk and flip me off, despite the fact that I can't turn because of oncoming traffic.
4. People who don't use their turn signals, or who use their turn signal at the last second, or who leave their turn signal on for two miles.
   
5. People who have their car stereos turned up so high that my car is vibrating a quarter mile away. Aren't your ears bleeding?
   
6. People who leave just enough coffee in the bottom of the pot to say "I left some for you", even though all they left was half a cup of watery grounds.
7. People who sit at my desk and use my stuff, but don't put it back where it belongs. I work in a cubicle, but it's still my space.
8. People who have more than the maximum number of items, yet insist on using the express lane. Also, people who insist that an employee assist them in the self-checkout lane.
   
9. Women who wear so much perfume that the cloud remains long after they leave the room.
   
10. People who take up two parking spaces. I don't care if you drive a car worth more than my house or a truck bigger than my house; please park between the lines.
11. People who sit in their cars and wait for that parking space by the front door, holding up everyone else, rather than parking in the first available space and walking
    
12. People who contemplate the menus at fast food restaurants. It's not fine dining; you're ordering by number- pick one and stop holding up the line.

Feel free to add to my list. I know there's a whole lot more annoyances out there!

Let it snow!

Snow in the South is a rare occurrence. On the day of its arrival, the anticipation was as thick as the flurries. By 1pm EST, the first flakes began to fall outside my office. Calls, texts, and emails flew as the snow fell. By 3pm, the ground was covered. The local TV and radio stations were advising viewers and listeners to head home as soon as possible to avoid the soon-to-be icy roads. My office closed an hour early, and apparently so did everyone else. My usual 30-minute commute took an hour as panicked commuters jockeyed for position on the road.

Rock salt quickly sold out of local hardware stores, and pool salt became the next hot commodity. Grocery stores sold out of milk and bread. As if an 8-hour “snowstorm” will result in the need to be holed up for days. The temperatures dropped below freezing overnight, wrecking havoc on our unprepared streets. Accidents abounded – about 300 state-wide, according to the state patrol officials. By 3pm the next day, the roads were clear, and the majority of the snow had melted.

Pictures sprang up fast and furious on Facebook, as my fellow Southerners reveled in the cold, white stuff. Of course, I had to join in. I even dragged my poor little dog outside. He was not a happy camper.