THINGS I HATE, VOL. I

Things I hate (hate may be too strong a word, so maybe these are more pet peeves, or just things that bug me at this curmudgeon stage of life. Okay, hate):

 ·       The guy who grasps the back of your airplane seat to leverage himself into the seat behind you. I once had a guy lean on the back of my seat for 10 minutes waiting on others to board, even after I afforded him several evil head turns and looks.

 ·       Drunks on planes. When did this get to be a thing? It makes early flights all the more the way to go. (Although it is interesting to see the number of people at European airport bars having a beer at 6AM).

 ·       Drunks in general.

 ·       Banquets with speakers. All endless. ‘Nuff said.

 ·       PowerPoint presentations. ‘Nuff said there, too.

 ·       Jacked-up pickups that pull within an inch of your bumper at 45MPH. Okay, bro, I feel your testosterone. Chill. You’ll get to the deer stand soon.

 ·       People (generally politicians) who refer to themselves in the third person.

 ·       People who go to acoustic concerts to talk. Or laugh, or giggle. Or go on and on about anything. GO OUTSIDE, or STFU.

 ·       Sports announcers. I turn the sound off.

 ·       American pop music at breakfast. This is a worldwide problem—I mean, do I really want to listen to Beyoncé at  high decibels at 7AM in Thailand? Mexico? Anywhere? Wouldn’t classical music or jazz be more inviting? (See above re: my increasing curmudgeon status).

 ·       People who get to the front of the line and can’t make a decision. FIGURE IT OUT! YOU’VE HAD FIVE (TEN) (FIFTEEN) MINUTES IN LINE. GET ON WITH IT!

 Okay, that’s enough for now. (Sadly), I have much more of this.