My bitch for the week? My biggest pet peeve! People who chew with their mouths open.It is gross, and the sound alone can make me vomit. I will get up and walk out of a restaurant if I am faced with someone at another table smacking their food with their mouth open like an ill mannered cow. It is just disgusting.

Back when I was in the public workforce, I worked in a small office of 5 people. One of our coworkers left for 12 weeks to have surgery, and she was replaced by a temp. I can't even remember the temp's name anymore, but I very vividly remember THE CHEWING. Another coworker and I used to take lunch together everyday and the temp decided on the 1st day to join us. She spent the whole lunch hour CHEWING right across from me, with her great big cow mouth. I didn't eat a bite that day, because I was so grossed out. Back in the office she pulled out a stick of gum and started chomping. She spent the rest of the day... the rest of the time she was with us... chomping her gum out loud like a a cow chewing cud.

I'm convinced that this is worse than water torture. It certainly "broke" me. About 5 weeks into the temp's time in our our office I snapped. Sitting at my desk on a quiet afternoon with the *smack smack smack* echoing around the office, I suddenly slammed my hands down on the desk, screamed "I've had it!" and walked out the door. I went for a walk around the property, cooled off and came back. No one said a word to me. The next day the temp didn't show up, and she never came back, so we had to find a new temp.

Was it something I said?

I'm totally with Winnie on this one. Open mouth chewing drives me nuts. But, since Winnie went off on that one I'd have to say my second pet peeve has to be misspelling words or poor grammar especially on Facebook statuses. ;) You ladies might have heard me bitch about that before, right?

I'm not Suzy-Perfect English Teacher by any stretch. In fact, I would admit to completely sucking at proper punctuation and God knows, I've been guilty of not spelling things correctly or not writing in a coherent manner... much like a comment I left on a blog post the other day that made me nearly have a stroke when I read it later.So, I guess my bitch lies in the obvious misspellings that there is just no excuse for!


Things like:
hopeing
comeing

there (instead of they're)
leveing (leaving)

If I'm worried that I'm not spelling a word correctly I either look it up or I use a different word. I'm not bitching about typos (because I've made a few of those after a few drinks!) it's the basics that come with at least an 8th grade education that I can't understand not spelling correctly!


Bad grammar and spelling kill me too. I have such an issue with those things that rarely do I ever use “text talk” even when texting. My texts read like damn books because I can’t bring myself to type “u” instead of “you”. I harbor no ill will towards anyone that does that though. I understand that I’m an extremist sometimes.

My biggest pet peeve? Assholes who park their giant cars across two parking spots or park so close to the edge of the spot that you can’t park next to them. Why do these pimples on society think their rides are so special that they need to hog up two parking spots to keep other cars away? Do they really think this behavior keeps people away from their precious automobile?

Maybe 98% of people honor the sacred space that they have created around their car. The situation cries out for some type of evil attention to the rest of us. It's like a blinking red beacon in my book.

It makes me want to take my car key out and gouge the living shit out of the side of their car. Not just a little scratch you can buff it out. Gouge it so the metal bends in. (The passenger side so hopefully they don’t see it when they get back into the car and they drive around with the scar for a little while.) Maybe I gave into this urge once in a crowded movie theater parking lot on a giant, black, Escalade with shiny wheels that has parked itself diagonally across two parking spots labeled “compact cars only”.

My pet peeve is all of the above, and invasion of personal space. I work with the public, so it's expected that I see a lot people day in and day out. What I hate is when they get right up in my face, or right up next to me so that our hips are touching and our arms are practically hooked together like lovers. They breathe in my face, and smile at me like we're the best of friends. I feel like doing a Jack Nicholson from AS GOOD AS IT GETS and screaming "get off me get off me!" at them.

I want to make buttons to wear that say something like "Unless you've seen me naked, or if we've been inside each other, do NOT get within eighteen inches of me" but there are a few people on that list that I wish would evaporate. Mainly ex-husband, and one rather nasty ex-boyfriend from high school who was/is a rampaging drug addict. So, I changed it to "if I kiss you for no reason, and I've constantly kissed you for no reason, or if I've never faked it with you, then you're allowed in the bubble". It makes a much smaller list of those allowed in the bubble.

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