...from Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop

10 of My Absolute Worst Pet Peeves...

Pet Peeves, the things that really, really bother the OCD side of our personalities because we can not fix these traits in someone else even though we would really, really love to do so!

10)  Being trashy--not picking up after yourself in public, because [wherever] has a janitorial staff and it's their job, or just because you are plain lazy and don't want to deal with it.  (Trash accumulates and is really, really nasty.)

9)  People talking loudly, especially on their mobile phones, in a public place.  Yes, everyone wants to have a good time with friends, and everyone has a mobile nowadays, but I do not want to be a part of your conversation.  It is just downright rude!

8)  Line jumping.  You are not more important than the other people ahead of you in line, and poor planning on your part, does not make it an emergency on mine.  Plan accordingly and wait your turn.

7)  Failure to use your turn signal while driving.  Let folks know what you are going to do with your car; it could be really important.

6)  People who won't yield to a fire truck, an ambulance, or a funeral procession, because they think that what they have to do is more important than a fire truck or ambulance's lights and sirens or paying last respects.

5)  Using the last of an item and putting the box back on the shelf as if it still had some contents remaining.

4)  People who try to drive and talk/text on their mobile.  They wreak havoc on everyone around them.  There are those who can do it well--carry on, but to those who can not, pull over and talk or hang up and drive.

3)  Hypocrisy.

2)  Screaming babies in public.  I love children, but I do not go out to eat, to the movie, to shop, or board a plane to hear someone else's child scream because a parent chooses not to do their job.  On the rare occassion that my brother or I threw a tantrum in public, Mom stopped what she was doing, scooped us up, took us out of there--either to the restroom or packed us in the car and home we went.  It's not convenient for the parent, but you don't have to do it but once or twice.  Instead, everyone has to suffer the screams, and everyone has to be inconvenienced.  I do say something, even as my husband hides under the table.

1)  Mean people.