October 27, 2006
Classify lottery ticket people in convenience stores as a social irritant of mine. Surely, I’m not the only person who seems to be wanting to purchase a newspaper or a pop, only to have someone at the counter hold up everybody’s time because he or she is checking their lottery numbers, and buying tickets for the next one. Yes, it’s a small irritant compared to the atrocities in the world, but one of several issues I like to illustrate on.
Don’t get me started on what I think about lotteries in general
Lotteries are among the other less significant trouble spots I’ve highlighted in the past, such as drinking coffee on boiling hot summer days, icicle lights (here’s another), suburban garage doors, radical vegetarians, Canadian comedians, summer news filler, and lousy neighbours.
While I may come off as irritating complainer, I’m just getting things off my back. My rants about drivers have barely been illustrated, and my wife can attest to how critical I get on every occasion we happen to share a drive some place.
Pet peeves are often occur as fleeting events. You get into everyday situations that aren’t new but are enough to make you pound your head against the wall when they happen… and then you forget about it. A few weeks ago I was reminded about one of the most annoying thing that occurs during economy class flight travel. And it always happens to me. This time I took note… I’m buckled into my seat on a commercial airplane and the moment it becomes ok to recline your seat the person in front of me always, always, finds it’s necessary to recline right to the limit and stay reclined for the duration of the flight. It doesn’t matter that the reclining will cause the crunching sound of the newspaper I was reading and compounded with the tightening grip of my hands on that same newspaper hoping for some kind of retreat by the recliner. Some how I’ll eventually get around to illustrating that particular pet peeve of mine… it’s just a matter of remembering.