Husband with palate of a Labrador has a habit of piling a load of pepper on whatever delicious morsels I set before him before even tasting it.
Last night it was chicken curry (and I didn't stint on the spices) so when he did his usual peppering I warned him - I will hide a load of pepper in his dinner one day!
I was thinking about this today as I stood in the queue at the local supermarket. I was pondering my grumpiness as the woman behind me in the queue progressed so far up the checkout aisle she could have packed my shopping. I hate that. When the person behind you gets into the space that should rightfully be yours until you have paid and left the checkout. It happens so often and in my opinion is not helped by the habit that checkout staff have of beginning to put the next customer's shopping through before you have finished packing and putting your purse in your bag. I often find myself under pressure to move away from the area that I end up doing a balancing act with my purse, the receipt, my card or any change, my shopping ... and it's just RUDE!!
On the way back in the car I was thinking about all the other trivial things that irritate me. Room 101 may not be big enough to contain them.
Here are a few:
People who stop as the they reach the top, or bottom of an escalator as though they had no idea which direction to go in. Just move! otherwise there will be a human pile up.
People who drive up the traffic lane that is either closed up ahead or merges up ahead, and jump the entire queue.
Clichés - all of them!
People who don't pick up their dog poo or hang their poo bag on a branch for the dog poo fairy to collect.
Buttons on my shirts that are too small for the buttonholes.
Misuse of the apostrophe
I think I'll stop there!