The van that picks up the kid across the street at 6AM honking its horn until the kid comes out.
The brand new car alarms that go off all night when new people move into the apartments.
The kid who trampled my flowers then demanded extra halloween candy because my bushes had scared her.
The person who dumped the used diapers into the planter at the post office.
The trash guys who arbitrarily decide to not pick up all the trash.
I was on my way to an appointment today, and as I approached a red light, I saw another driver exiting a parking lot. The driveway was in front of me, and behind the car ahead of me, so I stopped to let this driver out onto the street. As I waited, some chick driving an SUV and blabbing into her cell phone came zipping up from the left and drove right into the spot I had left open for the exiting driver. Of course, there wasn’t enough room for two cars, so she couldn’t get all the way in, and blocked traffic to my left, as well.And she didn’t let the guy I made the space for get in front of her, either. What is wrong with people?
If I could shrink everything, or even teleport everything, I wouldn’t have to pack. That would rock. I had to finish a couple of sewing projects before I could pack up the sewing room, though. After I move, I’m keeping it a secret that I sew. Nobody will know, so I will not be hemming pants or making curtains or anything like that. I’ll dive into my stash and create wild and wondrous things and if anyone asks me to make them, I will set the price astronomically high so that they’ll either back off, or make it worth my while. Hubby isn’t going to tell anyone he’s a programmer, either. These will be our secret alter-egos. By day, we will be average New Jersey suburbanites. I can hardly wait.