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Favored Vexation
- Jul 5, 2009 at 9:01 PM
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What you ask is a favored vexation? Well, it is simply another way of saying pet peeve, the word nerd in me, just happens to like the word vexation, so I did.
Lately the special vexations in my life have gone past little annoyances and straight to full throttle exasperation. Forgive me for this indulgent vent about the irritations around me. I am hoping that getting it all out there will be a cathartic experience that will allow me to not be as vexed by these things.
- Non-handicapped people using the handicapped stall when other stalls are available. I may not look handicapped to the casual observer, but lowering myself onto a toilet is not easy for someone like me. That is why they built handicapped stalls with higher seated toilets equipped with handrails; for people who need to use these facilities. I really don't mind if a mom goes into a handicapped stall with her stroller to change her baby. I realize the necessity of this. But for all you other limber, able bodied ladies - USE THE REGULAR STALLS and leave the handicapped ones for those of us who need them.
- Standing in my personal space when I am paying for my purchase. I realize you are next and you probably mean no harm, but I really don't want you breathing down my neck and watching over my shoulder while I enter my PIN into the machine. It is common courtesy to stand by the little roller belt until the person in front of you has finished he transaction.
- Beeping car alarm alerts. Is is really necessary to make your car beep in order for you to know whether you locked your car or not? It startles me when I am casually walking past a car and all of a sudden the horn beeps at me. At some point this may cause me to jump so high/far that I will actually catapult myself into the path of an oncoming vehicle.
- Filling an empty dish with water in the sink simply because one is too lazy to actually rinse the dish out. Ditto food in the sink. There are two nifty little devises in which to put your left over food. Number 1 is the trash can, which in my houses case, is located conveniently directly below the sink. Number two is the garbage disposal, which is also conveniently located IN the sink itself. One does not even have to bend over to put the food in, just scrape the food off right into it.
- Repetitive, random, superfluous noises. This includes tapping ones shod feet on the hard flooring, constant throat clearing, sniffing booger back up into your head and nonsense words and sounds just to hear the sound of your own voice. If you are bored go find something to do with your feet. If you have something you wish to say to get my attention, use proper words and I will be more than happy to converse with you. If you have post nasal drip and need to get rid of it - blow your nose. There are tissue boxes strategically all over the house for this very purpose.
- Moving my rear-view mirror and adjusting all my settings when you drive my van. I realize that you have to be able to see out the mirrors, but one could at least attempt to move them back when done. Ditto the radio - I don't listen to AM right wing talk radio and I don't want to have to listen to it for even one minute in my van while I am readjusting all the other settings on the seat, mirrors, air conditioning vents, etc. And while you are at it, don't park so far over to the left of the garage that I have to shimmy sideways to get into the driver's seat.
- Moving and/or using my things without permission. Just because I am a giving person does not mean that I want to share everything I own with you. If you take my last piece of gum out of my purse and I discover this when I am in a public place which requires me to have fresh breath - I will scream at you about it when I get home. Don't act like you don't know this already because I have told you a million times to ASK ME before you take anything out of my purse/room/bathroom/desk/kitchen. It shouldn't be a shock to your system when I go off on you about it.
- Clothes on the bathroom floor directly IN FRONT OF the clothes hamper. The hamper is built into the wall, for crying out loud. All you have to do is open the little drop down hatch and put your clothes in there. The effort it takes to do this is so minimal. I have even tried leaving the little hatch open so that the clothes can be dropped into the slot - NOPE; clothes were still all over the floor.
- Pulling out in front of me when there is a 2 mile clearance behind me and 2 other lanes to be in, but no! - you needs to pull out of the side street smack dab in front of me and go 5 miles under the speed limit. Yep, you heard me (or read my lips) right, I called you an idiot. If you don't want to be called one, then learn to maneuver a motor vehicle before you subject me and the rest of the world to your inferior merging techniques.
- Calling me to ask me to do a favor for you that you could easily do yourself. If you try to complain about how busy your life is as an excuse as to why you can't do this particular things, I may just laugh in your face. You did not corner the market on busy. We are all busy. I am so busy that I sometimes think I meet myself coming around the corner. I still manage to keep my commitments and fulfill my obligations. If you can't do everything you need to do, you need to not say you will do something knowing you have no time for it and will likely have to pawn it off on someone else, namely me.
I know that a lot of these complaints sound baseless and inconsequential (and believe me I have more), but I am feeling fiery at the moment. A person can only take so much without either a) going insane or b) blowing her stack. I do not relish the thought of either scenario, so I felt a vent would be more appropriate. So, there you have it.
Comments:
*cautiously approaches for hug* ((Gentle hugs)) *quietly creeps away*
Oh, you are not alone! The closthes hamper... ugh
I'm right behind chaos....ducking and being stealth.
Oh~ the clothes on the bathroom floor thing! Agggghhh! I wrote a Summer House rules sheet for my kids to sign and that was rule #1.
You know, Kim, every time I read one of your posts I realize that we're a lot alike.
LMBO at the driver thing! OMG i totally honk and flash my lights. I can NOT stand it when people pull out infront of me and go slow. ESP if there is NO traffic behind me! UUUGGGHH! i need to check my b/p lol
These are ALL good ones.
But this..
Filling an empty dish with water in the sink simply because one is too lazy to actually rinse the dish out.
My husband does that on a DAILY basis and it makes me want to scream. I think he puts MORE work into filling the dish with water (AND a squirt of soap) then he would have if he just rinsed the damn thing and put it in the dishwasher (which is right next to our sink, you can literally open the dishwasher while you're washing the dish). But he tells me he "thought it needed to soak". He has told me that about a WATER GLASS. Oh man Kim now you've got me all VEXED up too! ;)
Do you consider claustrophobic a handicap towards the bathroom issue? Normally I fall under the mom with a brood of small children under my feet, thus we do not fit in the small ones... but I choose the big one when I am alone too. :0) I'm not even claustrophobic in most situations, but bathrooms- I always get all weirded out sitting there...
Sounds to me like it is summer time in your house! :0)
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