pet peeves.

i am an easily irritated individual. pet peeves are abundant in my life. for instance, what is so difficult about the phrase "green means go"? i mean hello, when the light turns green please let us get more than two cars through the intersection before it turns red again. yes, i know that you couples love and adore each other out there in this world, but must we sit on the same side of the booth at a restaurant and share food? there are two sides to a booth for a reason. the same goes for a truck. never in my life will i comprehend what would possess a girl to sit in the middle seat in a truck when there is a perfectly good "passenger seat" located inches away. i hate the wind. yes, it is most definately a pet peeve. yet, for some very odd reason i live in Oklahoma...torture. i can barely make it across campus at UCO without flying a little. i know that people walking by me think i am crazy because i can barely walk and i am "huffing" to myself as i go along my merry way. speaking of UCO, the strange students there do not understand the difference between luggage and a backpack; backpacks are NOT on wheels. yet, my toes get run over on a daily basis. picture this...class gets out, the students race out holding their briefcase/backpack on wheels in the hands...as soon as their foot steps onto the pavement they fling the briefcase/backpack onto the ground transforming it into "luggage" and off they go, running over anyone and anything in their way. it is most ridiculous. while working retail i have discovered all sorts of new pet peeves. people who leave their clothes ALL OVER the floor, or hanging from hooks i didnt know we had on the walls in the fitting rooms. or people that come strolling into the store at 8:55 and ask, "what time do you close?" and when i reply 9oclock, they say "oh good!" and start shopping like they have all the time in the world. but one of my favorites is the older women who come in and expect me to give them personal attention, but they never once remove their designer sunglasses (Gucci, Dior, Chanel, you pick) from their eyes. they waltzed around like they are hot stuff asking for things like "Juicy sweatpants in a size xtra small" when i know without a shadow of a doubt that they couldnt fit into an extra small if their entire life depended on it. they dont understand the phrase "no, we dont carry Juicy, because the store next door carries it."

pet peeves. i could scream.