I hate it when people ask me a question and then talk over me as I’m answering them.

I hate it when I’m standing in line and the person in front of me let their friends  have ‘cuts’.

Most of all I hate it that when I was growing up, my Grandfather used to say that if you had a chance to get your foot in the door- hold the door open for as many people as you can.

Why did he tell me that? Because I used to do that and all I have to show for it now is a flat face.

My pet peeves.

I should name them and give them a place to sleep because I don’t see myself letting go of them anytime soon.