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!) . . .
First up: summer shoes. Actually, summer shoes for women.
ARGH
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.
I hope you had one of those 'summer drinks' when you got home!
Those shoes are cute~ in spite of the hazards.
Posted by: sandi @ the whistlestop cafe | June 01, 2007 at 12:23 AM
Sandi - I guess I'm not into cute - just making my train! LOL
No summer drink last night but today will be a different matter.
Posted by: Jerry | June 01, 2007 at 09:58 AM
Train Pet Peeves: People who talk on their cell phones on the trains! I don't need to here your he said/she said details of your most recent fight with your boyfriend, nor do I need to hear how self-important you are b/c the people in the office can't survive without your direction for the 50 minute ride to/from the City. I rue the day they allow them on airplanes.
Posted by: Kim | June 01, 2007 at 10:45 AM
I know exactly what you mean Kim. If you're waiting for a transplant or other crucial news I egt it, if not than turn that thing off!
Posted by: Jerry | June 01, 2007 at 03:04 PM