I guess everyone has their own pet peeves, and unless science figures out a way to make us all incurably perfect, I guess we always will. Even then, I think the perfection would eventually become so annoying that it would, in itself become my biggest pet peeve.
Anyway, the point is everyone has those little qualities that may seem sweet or endearing, but that eventually get under your skin until you know that if it doesn’t end soon, you may possibly have to be institutionalized. I know from experience. I have both been the source of the frustration and been frustrated by others on a regular basis.
For instance, my husband used to think it was cute that I was a fully grown adult who was afraid of the dark, now he tends to get annoyed that I leave every light in the house on.
I also have a tendency to move things from their normal places and put them someplace totally ridiculous. “Honey where are the coffee filters?” my husband asks. “Did you look in the crock pot?” I reply with an exasperated sigh. Or he’ll ask, where are all of my socks, and I’ll look intently at his sock drawer before walking over and pulling out 98 pairs of socks. Oh wait, I guess that’s one of my pet peeves.
Anyway, none of these little annoyances, in my opinion, can compare with my exasperation with those who misuse the English language. We all slip up now and then, but nothing to me is more irritating than driving past a professional business with a sign that is mis-spelled or that has mistakes an elementary student could point out.
If you take the time to examine the signs and messages posted for public display around the county, it can get pretty depressing. I’ve seen signs that profess “We love are work,” and one local business owner who advises travelers on the road, “Hay, slow down.” These are some of the mild ones, if you start looking, you come across more and more of these items every day.
Maybe it’s just me, but I think if my third grade niece can point out the mistakes, they probably should be caught by the adults who see them on a regular basis and corrected.
That way, the time I spend complaining can be used for more important topics, like my crazy dogs who are always eating my shoes and articles of my clothing, or telemarketers who won’t stop calling even if you are on the Do Not Call list and have told them so repeatedly, or really important issues like why we need 84 reality television shows that portray any kind of activity that takes place with B-list celebrities (dancing, singing, skating, dieting, being rich, crappy celebrities living together or any other activity where you can see a person who looks vaguely familiar and try to figure out why.)