Thursday, September 14, 2006

Things I really, REALLY hate.

  1. The Metropolitan Ring Road in peak hour. There are some seriously crazy people on that road. Apparently, any raving-mad lunatic with a visual impairment and a bad attitude can get a driver’s licence these days.
  2. Ironing. I so did not inherit my Grandma’s love of this hideous domestic chore. The woman even ironed underpants!
  3. Bike Boy announcing that he’s going to do a little DIY. That’s my cue to leave the house. Quickly. The atmosphere becomes distinctly thunderous whenever power tools and especially flat-pack furniture are involved.
  4. Bad customer service. Listen up shop assistants, bank staff and others in the service industry – for the few minutes that you are serving me, I am the most important thing in your world. Focus your teeny-weeny attention span on me. Do not chat to your co-workers, wander off halfway through my transaction without explanation or avoid eye contact with me, or you’ll be sorry. You have been warned.
  5. Mice. This one needs no further explanation.
  6. Breakfast in bed. What IS that about? Nowhere to balance your plate, and you inevitably end up sitting on crumbs. Make me breakfast by all means, but I’ll have it at the table, thanks.
  7. People standing in my personal space. You there, behind me in the queue. Yes, you - the one breathing down my neck – back off!
  8. The phone ringing at 3:00am. That always has to be bad news.
  9. Anything that messes with my workout schedule. If I have to reschedule or (God forbid) skip a training session, you don’t want to be around me.
  10. Offal. My Dad always said “if we were meant to eat the insides of an animal, they’d be on the outside”. OK, so that makes no sense at all, but I’m still not eating that crap.

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