I realize the big holiday has come and gone for another year, but I say, “Let’s keep the spirit of Festivus alive all year long! Let the airing of grievances commence!” Herewith, some of my pet peeves:
Business buzzwords. Thanks to my co-workers, I doubt that I will ever “utilize” anything, “strategize” about anything, “reach out” to anyone, nor will I likely ever “throw someone under the bus.” The overuse of these expressions ceased to be amusing a long time ago.
Drivers who don’t signal. Yeah, I know I do this sometimes, but I use my signal more times than not, even pulling out of parking spaces. Few things fill my heart with more joy than waiting in traffic behind someone who has slowed or stopped for no apparent reason, only to see that vehicle eventually make a turn. PS That was sarcasm.
People who complain about …
a) The commercialization of Christmas. Hate to break it to you, but that ship sailed a few decades ago.
b) All politicians, as if there haven’t always been a mix of smart ones and idiots in that role. Here’s something you may not know about one presidential election: Opponents of one candidate said that his election would mean that, “Murder, robbery, rape, adultery, and incest will be openly taught and practiced.” Opponents of the other said he had a defective character, was a hypocrite and a tyrant. The year was 1800 and the candidates were Thomas Jefferson and John Adams.
c) What’s on TV. Read a book or watch a video if what’s on doesn’t catch your fancy.
d) Athletes who leave a team for more money elsewhere. Because certainly no one I know would jump at a different job for higher pay. PS That was sarcasm again.
e) Millenials. The surest way to sound like a grumpy old person is to crab about young people.
People who park their shopping carts in the middle of the aisle. Does this one really require an explanation?
People who use the last item of something and don’t refill. This applies equally to napkins and toilet paper.
Bloggers who post about their pet peeves. Like I should be interested?
But enough about me. No, really. Let us gather ’round the Festivus pole and share those things about our fellow mortals that drive us positively, certifiably, spit-flying nuts. List them in the comments.
And a happy Festivus all year long, to one and all. And stop bugging me.