But normally it’s only the two of us at home and we have other perfectly usable hand towels in the bathroom. When we have company, I put the decorative ones away, leave up the regular (freshly washed) towels, and put a stack of disposable towels next to the sink.
According to many style manuals, you do use an apostrophe when writing the plural of a lowercase letter (to make it easier to read). But apostrophes are not necessary for plurals of uppercase letters.
DH likes to cook, which I totally appreciate, but his idea of spicy is actually hot. No matter how many times I tell him to please cut back the heat, he never seems to actually do it. But he does always apologize for making the dish too hot for me.
My husband would agree with ChoatieMom’s annoyance - clutter. I am definitely guilty of that. But MY annoyance is people being late, and DH is guilty of that quite frequently. Neither one of us can understand why the other one can’t improve in the area that bugs us!
DS, 22, has misophonia very severely. It started when he was 16 or so. It used to make us mad when he would eat dinner with one ear plugged with a finger and the other plugged with his shoulder as he tried to eat. We finally told him he could eat in another room when we realized what agony it was for him to hear us eat. We try to be SUPER quiet when we eat or drink around him, but it doesn’t help much. He has mentioned the intense anger, too. He said it’s definitely worse around his dad and me, so there’s a psychological component to it.
When we looked at a lovely home during an open house and I saw that the master bedroom had two separate full ensuite baths with private adjoining closets, I fell in love. I never knew that’s what I always wanted until I had it. I love our house.
I am very annoyed by people (my people only mind you) dawdling to leave a place when there is a deadline to get somewhere - eg school, work, airport, dinner reservations…especially annoying is my husband when he knows this gets under my skin so he does it more obviously - and my son (apparently taking after dear old dad) with his slow eating, slow shoe-putting-on, small talk jabber jabber and all the other ways he drives me insane.
I would never and did never leave my kids in car seats if I wasn’t in the car - when D1 was in pre-school and D2 was a toddler, one of her classmates’ mother left a toddler in the car in front of the school to walk around the car and take the hand of the older child. In the minute or two that it took to do that, Houdini-toddler managed to get out of the car seat and start the car rolling. It ended up fine, but I never trusted little kids in the car again! My D2 was an absolute menace and I am confident that she would have plotted and schemed a way to drive off without me. Thankfully my supermarket (yay Wegman’s!!!) offers many cart corrals and will happily provide an escort to the car if needed for any reason. I have availed myself of the service from time to time and very much appreciate it.
I can’t stand tourists blocking the sidewalk in midtown, and have been known to calmly ask them to walk single file so others may pass.
My latest thing to become really annoyed about is people who shop with their own grocery bags and don’t bring enough for the groceries that they buy. At the end, the previously-bagged items have to be unbagged and reorganized - taking up a lot of time.
My husband used to be the major culprit on my list of annoyances, but now that our nest is empty and our life together is so great, I find that very little that he does annoys me.
I’ve read several articles saying that survivors of sexual abuse are often very bothered by chewing noises.
S1 makes fun of DH and I for being chronically early. And S2 doesn’t understand why we get him to the airport so early when he’s leaving. No surprise that people who are chronically late drive us crazy.
It annoys me when people make excuses why they can’t follow rules that everyone else has to follow. (Stop it with the excuses- -you are not “more special” than everyone else.)
Chronic lateness (H). Get up/leave earlier. Plan ahead.
When people think they can make a right on red when you are turning left on a green arrow.
When people toss around the f-word constantly.
When people are looking to be offended by everything. (Holding the door for people is a courtesy. How could someone take offense?)
Scraping of utensils on plates, pans, teeth, etc.–when I hear this, it is painful to me.
I have a roll of paper towels next to my powder room sink. And a couple regular hand/bath towels on the rack. You’re welcome to use whichever. (I admit that I’ve been confused by decorative towels, especially when there are no others in sight. Some look too pretty to use, but they are towels and towels are for drying, right? I just now learned that some of them aren’t meant for drying! )
I don’t get the shopping cart/kids thing. I always left my kid(s) (I have 7, btw) in the shopping cart while I was putting groceries in the trunk/back of van. Then I pushed the cart with kids still in it to the corral, took the kids out and carried them back to the car/van–then strapped them in.
Everywhere I shop the cart needs a coin deposit before you can take it away. Leave it next to your car, some kid can make money by returning it. Anyway, I would leave a shopping cart wherever I want, within the parking lot, as long as it doesn’t obstruct any traffic or parking space. If others want to seethe about it, I really don’t care.
I’m chronically early, usually by 15 mins. I’m a newish driver (7 months) and don’t estimate driving time really well. My dad is also always early or on time, but my mom is so chronically late. She often arrives places 30-60min late, and it’s always because she’s “doing too much” - or it’s other people’s fault.
Maybe it’s me, but I don’t understand this. If I don’t have enough of my reusable bags, I just put the extra stuff in plastic bags. Why do you need to unbar items? (I think I may need coffee even though it’s mid morning by now!)
After being diagnosed with breast cancer, I am annoyed at all the breast cancer awareness items I’m being given. Maybe some women don’t want to advertise the fact that they’ve had cancer. Maybe we don’t want to think about it each waking moment.
My biggest annoyance is when a freeway narrows due to construction. Everyone can see the sign, but there are always those that stay in the lane until the last possible moment.
I’m glad I learned about this chewing disorder. It’s good to put a name on something my son seems to experience.
You don’t need to, that’s the point. But I seem to get behind the zealots without clues on a regular basis. People who will not use plastic bags under any circumstances and don’t have enough reusable bags. It makes me nuts to stand there while their stuff is bagged (I shop in Wegman’s so no personal bagging) and then unbagged and rebagged.
He said it’s definitely worse around his dad and me, so there’s a psychological component to it.