PEEVES by KERRIN ››
When you get close enough to the end of the aluminum foil that the tube pops out of the box when you pull.
There's like 4 and a half feet just hanging there and it never rolls back up smoothly and it's too much to just throw away.
Being on a collision course with someone from far away.
It's like a word problem. I'm walking with a purpose, and in a definite direction; someone else is walking in from some angle, such that we'll both be destined to occupy the same spot on Earth simultaneously. I either have to slow down or walk around them. It especially peeves when the path is otherwise clear of people, and the other person is slow and unaware of anything around them, including the imminence of my approach. The worst case is when I see they are about to do this and adjust my stride to walk around them, which by some law of physics causes them to turn around and stroll into my path again.
Receipts with my name and maybe some other information printed on them.
A pizza place I used to order from had caller ID so the receipt stapled to the box had my name and phone number. Sometimes I use my card or have a shopper card that transmits my name and even my address to the print-out. I don't need a list of my groceries with my name and address on it floating around out in the world somewhere.
"You do the math." Along with "It's a no-brainer."
If it's such an easy decision to make, why are you still talking at me?