I haven't had a nice rant for some time. I am due.
Today was one of those days where things seemed to conspire to make me cranky. Luckily I was able to fight it so I didn't become a raving idiot but it was a struggle. What were the triggers you ask (well, in fairness no one did but I'm not about to let that stop me!) . . .
Why are they a pet peeve?
They are loud, they are dangerous, and they are prone to slipping off leaving the poor fashionista prone on the floor.
Actually the real reason is that they make me miss trains.
There are days when I'm running late, and as I start my descent into the subway system I hear the sound of approaching trains. The urge to race down the stairs is upon me - the chance to utilize gravity to the fullest . . . unfortunately a woman in front of me has some 'kicky, fun' shoes on. Oh yes, she looks fabulous, but she slowly picks her way down the steps to the train platform, thereby making me late.
Don't ask why I don't time myself better so I am not running late as it is far more fun to blame these damn shoes. It isn't about me and my bad habits, it is the damn shoes. Really.
Pet Peeve # 2 - comb overs. Oh yes, I have already ranted about them. There is a guy on the train who has the worst comb over ever! Shave it off buddy - you're fooling no one. I would rant more about this but as I have already done so and I don't want to appear obsessed.
Oh? Too late?
Pet Peeve # 3 - people who listen to their music really loudly on the train. if I wanted a concert I would go to one. This guy beside me had his music so loud my ears were shaking. I couldn't read, I couldn't concentrate on anything, all I could do was to sit there and fantasize about ripping his iPod from his grip and smashing it repeatedly with my foot.
Yes, the anger management course starts tomorrow.
Have you ever noticed that when people play their music loud enough to remove your fillings the music is always crap? There should be a rule against that.
Pet Peeve # 4 is also based upon the train this morning. There were three very, very, very loud women on the car. ARGH They laughed, they giggled, they shouted, they snorted, and they discussed breast feeding in rather explicit detail. They were three nurse practitioners on their way to a breast feeding conference.
Like so many other conference goers, they complained about the organization, the speakers, the handouts, the food, and so on. But these ones were different. They also felt the need to discuss their most difficult cases (where women struggled to breastfeed properly) in loud, excruciating detail.
Guess what? I don't need to hear about human breast milk secretion, nor nipple rash, nor required breast massage, it was too much.
It made the milk from my breakfast cereal curdle in my stomach.
With all of this it is a wonder that i was not cranky all day.