Feeling Peevish? Tell Me About It...

There are still seven weeks of winter left, I'm fighting a cold and feeling peevish. So here in no particular order are my pet peeves ....this week.

The common cold. We can cure all kinds of diseases, take a baby out of the womb, operate on it and put it back in, give people organs from other people, make prosthetic limbs that respond to our nerve impulses but we can't find a cure or vaccine for the common cold! C'mon people, work a little harder on this. I know colds aren't too deadly but they cause a lot of missed work days, misery and the occasional death. I think it bears looking into.

People that repeatedly press the lock button on their car key fob when locking their car. Honk, honk, honk, honk. It doesn't get any more locked the more times you push the button, trust me on this one. Once will do. We don't need more noise pollution in this world so if you cannot resist the urge to double and triple lock your car please have the horn toot disconnected from it and then fire away. Otherwise try to have some control.

When ordering tea in a restaurant and receiving a cup of hot water and a tea bag on the side.  That's the saddest excuse for a hot tea I've seen. I will gladly take the little metal teapot with the drippy pour spout over that. Coffee bars will put the bag in the cup before the hot water but they like to use 16 ounce cups of water for a little teabag that only makes an eight ounce cup of tea. And there seems to be a whole generation of servers now that don't know what black tea is and when asked for black tea, offer up a shopping list of herbal teas without the faintest knowledge that they aren't really teas. I've basically quit ordering tea. Sigh.

Servers that come by and cheerfully ask you "how are those first few bites tasting?" while the food is still steaming on your plate, too hot to take a bite out of. It's an annoying question whether you have taken the first bites or not and usually interrupts a conversation I'm having. Don't be so insecure, assume the food is fine. Ask me if I need anything or if everything is ok but don't ask for reassurance that the food is just dandy.

Impenetrable packaging.

Drivers. Drivers in the left lane going slower than the rest of the traffic. Drivers in the HOV lane who believe it was meant as a personal racetrack. Drivers who have no clue as to how to use a roundabout. Drivers who try to sneak through on a four way stop when it's not their turn. Drivers who don't allow me to merge. By looking straight ahead and pretending I'm not there as I nose my car towards you is a bit childish. The sign says "merge", learn the meaning. That one car length you save won't make a difference to your trip.

Sizing on women's clothing. I am twenty pounds heavier than when I was in my twenties but I still wear the same size clothing, my clothes are bigger  but the size on the tag is the same. Are we so vain and so self delusional, ladies that we need to pretend we wear the same size as we get heavier?  There were no size "0" and "00" when I was younger.  The clothing industry has had to make those sizes up as they adjusted all the sizes to fit larger. I should be a size 16 now, not a 12.  To make matters worse each line of clothing sizes their goods differently which leads to having to try on an enormous amount of clothing to find a fit. I can wear from a size 10 to a 14.  I know men don't have that problem.

Charging for alterations on women's clothes but not on men's.

Yoga teachers who say really stupid stuff to try and sound all 'new agey' and ethereal. Don't tell me that I am being breathed, I'm doing the breathing, I know that.

The pool of urine men leave on the floor in front of the toilets in unisex bathrooms in restaurants. I would think the target area was big enough, guys. And while I'm on the topic, I'm hugely peevish about the women that urinate all over toilet seats in public restrooms and then leave it there for the next person.  Some of us actually sit on that seat. Thanks for that little surprise.

Anyone who rings my doorbell to try and sell me on their religion,

People who ring the doorbell and then knock or ring the doorbell again about five seconds later.  I'm not standing right beside the door all day just waiting to let you in, it might actually take ten seconds to get to the door. It's a house, after all, not a studio apartment. Hold your horses.

This is by far an incomplete list but if you have even managed to read this far I applaud you. Some of our peeves are universal but many are very personal and seem nonsensical to others. So if I made you smile or nod your head in agreement, I'm delighted and I feel less peevish already. If you have a favourite pet peeve that needs airing please leave it in the comment section at the bottom of the page on my blog site or email me it to at whatfayesaid@gmail.com. Always happy to hear from you. Time to take my cold meds.