Yes, it pisses me off when you hold up the grocery line to run back and get something you forgot. It also makes me mad when people ask for cigarettes in the express lane; if the cashier has to leave their post to go and unlock a cigarette cabinet, it is no longer “express.”
I prefer it if you don’t make it a habit of parking your car in front of my house all the time (unless you’re there to see me).
I am not only a magazine junkie, but a hoarder as well. I have back issues of Food & Wine Magazine (and others) from 1989. They are all in chronological order on shelves in my dining room.
During colder weather, I don’t dress my Boston Terriers in clothing to be cute; I dress them because Bostons love to be warm, and they welcome the clothing.
Most of my friends know this, but be forewarned, if you tell me something once, I will more than likely remember it, so don’t be shocked if I bring it up a year later. My mind has an endless capacity for useless trivia.
I wish more airlines would adopt AsiaAir’s Child-Free Quiet Zones on airplanes. Seems every flight I am on has that one token screecher the whole way.
On that note, I like kids and babies on a case-by-case basis.
My male gay friends act more like men when it comes to manners, chivalry and tolerance than many of the heterosexual guys I know.
I think when someone loses a lot of weight the first thing they should do is get into therapy; I have seen some people turn into narcissistic social retards after losing excessive poundage.
If you are passive-aggressive in your approach, there is a good chance I will either ignore you or call you out on it; take your chances. I will respect you more if you are less wimpy, and more direct.