Wrangler Dani

Writer, editor, wife, adoptive mama and cowgirl living in beautiful Central Oregon.

Pet Peeves: A List

  • When people call and leave a voicemail saying, “Hi, call me back.” This has the same effect as a missed call, but takes up several more minutes of my time with no more information given. Pointless.
  • When the mailman crumples the junk mail into the mail box. Really, Mail Man? You couldn’t take an extra two seconds out of your busy blue-clad schedule to insert the mail into the box instead of angrily stuffing into the crevices, never to be returned?
  • Warm Diet Cokes. Ew.
  • This commercial:

  • False assertions of competence.
  • Drivers who honk because life is not turning out like they planned. Traffic sucks! HONK. I hate red lights! HONK. I spilled ketchup on my shirt! HONK.
  • People who bring tiny, screaming babies to the movies.
  • Baristas who ask multiple clarifying questions about your order. “I’d like a 16 oz. triple shot vanilla latte, extra hot.” “Is that hot or iced? You want three shots of espresso? Wait… 12 oz?” I’ve been a barista, honey, and it ain’t that hard.
  • People who say mean things with a smile.
  • People who say mean things with a frown.
  • Opinions based on hearsay. You know that I’ve got a buttload of opinions, but I am not a person who believes everything I hear, nor do I form opinions without at least a modicum of thought. (Most of the time. Hey, I get on my own nerves. Lay off.)
  • When plastic grocery bags tear, which they never seem to do until you have eleventy-billion things in your arms and something very messy/breakable in the torn bag.
  • People who are “honest” aka uncaring. “I love Lord of the Rings.” “Wow, that’s lame. I hated that movie. What?! I’m just being honest!”
  • One-uppers.
  • When people sniff high-and-mightily about other parts of the country. “You know how it us, she’s probably from Louisiana… (knowing laugh)” It’s one thing to acknowledge that there are different perspectives from different areas of the country (hallelujah) but this upper-crust contempt for the South or “flyover states” in particular really gets to me.

Enough whining from my end… what gets to you? It is Friday, after all, and time to let out the irritation and go to Happy Hour.

2 comments found

  1. Cars that stop WAY in front of or WAY behind the white line at traffic lights. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy???

    Restaurants that don’t post nutritional information online. Welcome to TWO THOUSAND AND ELEVEN, people. Use your website. (And also- don’t use the excuse that no two dishes are made the same because they are lovingly hand-prepared and blah blah blah BS BS BS. You just don’t want us to see that all of your dishes are probably over 1,000 calories!)

    When you poke your straw into a to-go cup and soda bubbles out the hole and gets liquid all over the lid and running down the side of the cup….

    Not being able to find my keys in my purse, especially whilst standing in a burning hot parking lot.

    Trying to get ONE piece of ice out of the cup and instead ending up with a FACEFUL of ice. Rude.

    [Wow, I sound angry! 🙂 ]

  2. I see your “warm Diet Coke,” and raise you a “When there ARE NO Diet Cokes in the house.” Worst!

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