Let me begin with drivers behind me–when I’m up front at a stoplight, waiting to turn left at an unprotected left turn–honking for me to go ahead and make the turn already. I HATE that! They can’t see what I see, because they’re one car back. It’s incredibly rude and it just makes me want to stand there for a while, everyone behind me be damned.
Then hangers! I think I’ve mentioned them before. Can’t stand ’em. They always get tangled; the wire ones even get tangled on the rack. They make me want to SCREAM!
Did I say this was going to be a list of things I can’t stand? Well, change of plan. I am FURIOUS at the guy in the brown pickup truck who drove over a duck the other day in our subdivision. Yes, you know who you are, you JERK! Straddled it, and it was balled over and possibly hurt. This is a neighborhood. We love our ducks. When they decide to cross the road at school drop-off time, we wait patiently until they’ve reached the other side. If I see you drive over another duck, I’m getting down, so watch yourself!
And narrow lanes in some clothing stores. There should be space wide enough for a shopping cart to get through between two racks without pulling half the clothes off in the process. It’s claustrophobic. Or claustrophobia-causing. Whatever. And it’s greedy. And stupid. If you want to sell people stuff, you have to set it up so they can get at it as easily as possible. That might mean having a rack or two less in the store. Does that mean you’d sell less? I don’t think so. Because those stores that are crammed so full you can’t even move around properly–I’M NOT COMING BACK!
And last but definitely not least: When there’s been a disaster–man-made or otherwise–with lots of people injured and dead, there’s always someone with a story about how she was supposed to be right there when it happened, but something delayed her, and so she wasn’t hurt. And that it must have been God. That she was blessed to be spared. So what does that mean for the people who were injured or killed? God made the effort to spare you but he/she couldn’t be bothered with all the others? If only those people had been as blessed as you, this wouldn’t have happened to them? I know that most people who say these things don’t intend to suggest that they’re somehow special in God’s eyes, that they’re just grateful, but if you think it through–if you bring God into it that way, then that’s the only logical interpretation. I always find it an incredibly stupid, annoying and INSENSITIVE thing to say.
There. Now let’s see what happens tomorrow…