Lets be honest. I try my very best to positive. I firmly believe that if you insist on looking at the sunny side of things, then in time, you will have mostly sunny days in life. It is my humble opinion that the Universe gives us what we expect to get and I have tried to train myself to expect good things. But, even as positive as I try to be, I have "my things." You know, those little bits of sand that creep into the odd places of your bathing suit and cause ridiculous amounts of irritation? So, just because, here are five of those bits of sand.
1) Tip jars. Every where. I have a simple response to this-- NO. Wait staff make tips because, generally, they make less than minimum wage and the tips are the difference. Someone who takes my Starbucks order can forget it.
2) People standing too close to me in lines. BACK UP. You will not get there any sooner by stepping on my heels and in fact, depending on my mood, you might not make it at all.
3) Out of control/disrespectful children. This pertains to anyone under the age of 18. I have certain levels of tolerance, but once that is reached, I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut. Yeah, I am one of those people. And I am proud of it. Trust me, I NEVER acted that way as a child. I asked. My mom's response? "Are you out of your mind? I would have killed you!"
4) Cell phones. I LOATHE them. I think that they are the bane of all existence and they are the truest sign of the degradation of society. My phone in particular takes photos, sends text and multi-media messages, can surf the Internet, and hold music, but it drops 99 out of 100 phone calls I make. It is called a phone, not a multi-media gadget that sometimes can make calls. And that is just one thing on the long list of complaints I have about the stupid things. You really don't want me to start on people driving with cell phones. I repeat, bane of all existence.
5) Facebook. Does that really need an explanation? I didn't think so.
Okay, I promise I am back tomorrow with the start of new somethings WAY more interesting than my little complaints.