Pet Peeves #120, #567 and #423
To round up 2008 true to my style, here are a list of things I need to spill out in order to enjoy 2009 better.
People ringing the doorbell multiple times. Seriously, folks, calm down. One ring is as audible as two. So if you have to wait for a second after your first doorbell, it’s because the person behind it obviously needs some time to get to the door. Ringing the fucking bell again and again won’t speed up the process. It might speed up your departure after the door is opened though. This is especially true of times when you really can’t get to the door. You’re in the shower, you have a broken ankle, you’re cooking somethingthat’ll catch fire the second you leave. At such times, multiple doorbells, increasingly closer in time, can cause serious murderous feelings. So, henceforth, just ring the bell once. Wait for a minute. Then leave.
People using unnecessary apostrophes. I have noticed that people in India can’t type proper English anymore and have to use really stupid abbreviations for every word, even when the short form of the word is actually the same amount of letters as the actual word! Like PLEEEZ for PLEASE. Just use the actual word!! Anyway, that in itself is so infuriating that it’s much more than a harmless pet peeve. But this apostrophe thing- God! People think anytime you add an ‘S’ to a word, you have to use an apostrophe. It makes no sense at all! People call me Chinks here (or as I like to spell it, Chinx) and when they Facebook me or email me, they actually write “Hi Chink’s!” … WHY? Hi my what?? I get call times for my shoot every evening, and the fucking infuriating text always reads “Call time for AD’s is 8am”. That’s not correct!! People need to be hit on the head with the last Harry Potter book for doing it (which I am currently re-reading).
People trying to help you park your car. Back off. The last thing I want when I’m straining to look back and in front at the same time, and trying to avoid hitting a wall or another car while going in a bizarre reverse angle, is a man standing right in my way swinging his arms around like a maniac. What is the point of this?? Usually these men stand there and just do the same hand motion again and again- this way, this way, this way. I GET IT!! It’s obvious which way I have to go so fuck off!! My first hit-and-run might just be a hit-and-park-on-top-of-the-body.
But, all in all, it’s been a tremendous year. And unforgettable, life-altering one. I’m truly blessed in the stuff that really matters. Pet peeves aside.
