Peeved

I feel like I'm a pretty easy going gal. I have 2 older brothers so I've been "tested" a lot early on in life. I'll admit that little things, like people not returning borrowed items, can really irk me but for the most part I let things slide. Until recently, if you asked what my pet peeves consisted of I would respond with "slow walkers, fast talkers, and liars. Not too catchy a phrase I realize but its true. Now, by slow walkers I'm talking about slow like granny just got two hip replacements and can't go more than 4 steps in 10 minutes kinda of slow. If you got a medical reason for being that slow than that's cool, just don't block me from moving around you. My dislike of the fast talking contingent of society has come from my years of employment in customer service related fields. I cannot provide an answer to someone when I have no idea what the heck they just said to me over the phone. Also, don't be ordering food while on the good ole celly cause A) its rude and B) I had no idea when someone was discussing their order with their pal or with me. And Lying just ain't cool. I think there's no reason for it. You do something fess up or don't do it in the first place.

However, today as i innocently went about my business I discovered something about myself. I went to get a yummy sandwhich from Panera with an equally tasty apple. This particular establishment happens to screw up my order pretty much everytime but that's not a big deal because they do it in a tasty way. This place is also part of a strip mall connected to Target (aka the rich man's Walmart) so there are tons of shopping cart corrals filled with red carts on one side of the parking lot. Imagine my surprise when I return to my car with my food only to discover that somebody has placed a target shopping cart directly behind my car! Now this is obnoxious on a couple of accounts. First of all why not move the cart on the grass in the front of a parking space? Or actually pretty much anywhere else except directly behind another car that is innocently in the space next door? Second, the stores have taken away a good number of spots to create the cart corrals precisely so people would stop doing this to their neighbors. What's so hard about actually bringing the card an extra five feet?

This incident has made me realize that my peeves can't be reduced to specifics, but rather the general concept of rudeness. The aforementioned peeves along with the cart can all be generalized into one thing...the growing rudeness in society. People place too much emphasis on themselves and not enough on the people surrounding them. Uggh, am I becoming a liberal hippie dippie?