I know these aren’t horrible things; I have a sense of perspective and know the difference between a pet peeve-level annoyance and, oh, say… war crimes. But my back was killing me today, so in my cranked out state, the little stuff kept getting under my skin.
The admittedly small things that drove me crazy today:
- I kept going into eyeglass stores that displayed frames on the wall behind the counter. If I could see them way the hell back there, I wouldn’t need glasses. Also, sales person? I hate trying to get your attention for every pair I want to try on. You’re not selling beers at a ballgame; there’s no reason you can’t let me have three pairs at once.
- “Creative” spelling, especially if it makes it harder to remember a name, drives me nuts. Today I drove past a store called Klassy Kreations. In comedy, K’s are supposed to be funny, but a string of them just make me nervous. If the owner of Klassy Kreations turns out to be Karen, I’m going to be picturing cross burnings and white hoods instead of red velvet cupcakes, or whatever she’s selling.
- Cashiers who don’t “get” subtraction. If my bill is $12.77 and I give you 23 bucks and two pennies, just trust me, OK? Don’t look at me like I’m nuts, don’t tell me in a pissed off voice how much I owe, just punch in the numbers and see what change I get. A ten dollar bill and a quarter. Isn’t that easier than giving me seven singles and a handful of coins? Less work, less time, a faster moving line. Everybody’s happy. Behold: subtraction is *magic.*
OK, everybody: consider yourself forewarned. I’m cranky when I’m in pain, and when I run the world, theres gonna be some changes made.
You know, my back feels a little better now.