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Irksomes or more commonly known as Pet Peeves

This list doesn't really need much lead in. Suffice it say, it's a list of irritants that are particularly peevish to me. If any of these resonate with you,. let me know. If you have some of your own that you'd like to add, feel free.

I will probably add to this list as the peeves present themselves. So here are a few of pesky peevers - in no no particular order:

1. Smokers - smoking is a nasty and  utterly unhealthy habit. In the 50's and even earlier, smoking was seen as the cool, sexy thing to do. Back then, smokers lit up in restaurants and movie theaters and pretty much anywhere else they wanted. The perils of the puffing away on the myriad brands of coffin nails and various cancer sticks wasn't advertised or even widely known. Until recently, smokers could still light up in restaurants - as long as they were in the SMOKING SECTION! Really? So the gray tendrils of death wafting from YOUR cigarette or cigar knew to stop at the invisible line, that usually ended at the bar?!? It's 2010 PEOPLE! The truth about the carcinogenic drags is not only known but advertised all over the place...including the packages! Besides, I have a right not to SMOKE - first hand, second-hand - whatever! I don't smoke!?! As much as cigarettes cost, you should be stingy with the smoke! Keep it to yourself.
2. "Sunday Drivers" - These drivers don't always wait until Sunday to venture out and ruin the rubber- meets- the- road experience for the rest of us. Now, I'm not advocating painting your card red, welding the doors shut and affixing a Dixie flag to your car doors (ala the General Lee - did I really need to explain that?). But please, if you are going to religiously drive 20-25 miles BELOW the speed limit, can you please NOT drive in the fast lane?
3. Fake Smilers  - no true sentiment expressed with these people who simply gnash their teeth at you. If only they knew they looked much less like they were smiling as opposed to looking as if they were suffering from  a big ol' gas pain. I'm just saying.
4. Telemarketers - okay so I know it's a job and with the economy being what it is, I don't fault anyone who's actually working  but do you have to call during dinner??? Or when I'm watching Leverage or White Collar or for pity's sake FRINGE?!?! Be considerate, telemarketers and I won't have to sound the air horn into the receiver when you call.
5. Personal-Space Invaders - I know there are millions, no billions of people on the planet earth and the planet isn't growing. However, there is, in fact, enough real estate and oxygen left for you NOT to feel the need to be "all up in mine". When I exhale a breath you don't need to be standing so close that when you inhale you're sucking my C02's! That's just gross. Cats do that, too you know. Sleep on your chest and inhale when you breathe out...or at least that one cat did in that Stephen King flick. Nasty!



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