I have some random, unrelated thoughts rambling about in my head. They are basically pet peeves. Perhaps I have some form of OCD?
~ Hangers. At risk of sounding like Mommy Dearest, umm, I got rid of wire hangers long ago. I use thick plastic ones. Except, this led to another pet peeve. Clothes can slip off of those hangers, and it grates on my nerves when clean clothes fall on the ground. My vocabulary tends to drop into the potty when this pet peeve is activated.
~ Tissue paper. Am I the only one who can’t figure out how to get tissue paper into a gift bag? It either looks bunched, rips, or both.
~ When I first drafted this next random pet peeve, the speed limit on the (expensive) tollway that I take to my mom’s senior apartment complex was 55 mph (88 kph). It’s a brand-spanking-new highway with 4 lanes each way and gets me there in 15 minutes, as opposed to 30 minutes on roads with all the stoplights. On the tollway, trucks stay in the two right lanes, so I drive in the third to pass them. Yes, I admit that I was speeding at 70 mph (112 kph), but it would appear I was standing still. Cars in the lane to my left passed me like rocket ships! Honestly, I was amazed at their speed. Now, since I first drafted this, the Department of Transportation changed the speed limit to 70, which means I was no longer speeding. Can you imagine how much faster the others will be going now that they have more leeway?
~ I find that as I age, there is a lot more I’ve had to add to my daily routine. It’s frustrating, tedious and takes longer to get ready to go places. I still have more aging to do, so it may eventually take me all day just to prepare to go out to dinner.
~ Speaking of aging, when I was a child, my grandma used to take me shopping with her. She couldn’t read the sales tags or medicine bottle instructions. I felt like such a good helper when she’d ask me to read them for her. Now, I’m the one holding out the tag or medicine bottle at arms length trying to read. It’s not fair that I’ll never have a grandchild to help me out.
Ahh, that felt good to get off my chest. Now I can get back to a positive attitude. Thanks for “listening” guys. Feel free to let loose on your pet peeves in the comments.