Pet Peeves

Two weeks ago I visited Chicago to look for an apartment with my future roommate Rebekah. While in the car, driving the oh so wonderful drive between Detroit and Chicago, we began to talk about pet peeves. Everyone has them...people who give a play by play throughout a movie, 21 year old girls who can't stop giggling, those stupid Von Dutch hats and short skirts worn at Pistons games (sorry about that...those are my pet peeves.) While talking I realized that I have three pretty important pet peeves that I felt were worth sharing with the world...

1. People who drive slow in the fast lane
I mean honestly people there are at least a good two to three other lanes to drive your slow ass automobile in. I just can't believe that no one learned in driver's ed that the far left lane is for passing....passing, not driving 55!! It was invented for individuals that are always late to things and need a lane to be able to at least go 85 in. I mean God was amazing when he invented this idea so don't go messing it up for the rest of us who are always in a hurry to get places. Or in my case just like to beat everyone else on the highway to wherever I am going.

2. People who press the elevator button more than one time
It ain't coming any faster if you push it again! I love to watch people at hotels and office buildings that are in such a hurry that they feel that pushing the elevator button is going to make the elevator stop what it is doing and come get them right away. In case people didn't realize that the elevator is a mechanical device and does as it is told probably by a computer system and not by your insistent pressing of the button. This one also goes for people who ride the elevator one floor above or below them. Seriously lazy, fat ass.....use the stairs!

And last but not least...

3. People who bring babies/kids to eat at date restaurants.
I understand when I go out to somewhere like Chili's or Bob Evans for that matter I am going to run into families eating dinner. It happens and that is cool! But when you tote your kid to PF Changs or Capital Grille where I am more than likely on a date I want to strangle you. Do you really think that two people who are potentially attracted to each other who are more than likely thinking about having sex that night really want to see and listen to the possible result of said sex? It really is just unfair to the rest of us who are out on nice dates to have to listen to it and pretend that it is cute. I don't know if you have heard of another one of God's wonderful inventions but I hear babysitters still exist and actually can be called to eliminate this problem!