Some things just tick me off
I’m an easygoing guy, and anybody that knows me would testify on my behalf in a court of law. But some things get my goat and I can’t help it.

The people who believe that turn signals are optional, drive me batty. You are both cruising down the road when all of a sudden, they slam on the brakes as if they are about to hit a deer, and then they simply turn off. You have to stand on your brakes, spill coffee in your lap, and swerve to miss the moron. Meanwhile, he’s wondering why he hears screeching tires and someone screaming bad things about his family tree.

While I’m discussing drivers, I would be remiss if I overlooked people who weave in and out of heavy traffic talking on cell phones. They are laughing and having a great time chatting someone up while leaving a wake of near fatalities in their paths. The only thing worse are those who hold a cell phone in one hand and light a cigarette with their other hand. Do these folks not realize that cruise control is not the same thing as autopilot on an airplane?

Oh, here’s one. You sit down for a nice evening meal after having close encounters with the folks mentioned above and your phone rings. It’s a telemarketer with a chipper voice. I know almost everyone has to work to put food on the table, but honestly, I’d rather get my supper from the dumpster at McDonalds than to harangue people when they are trying to eat dinner.

Another thing that galls me is that person at Wal-Mart who burns twelve dollars in gas driving around the lot trying to find a parking place close to the door. If they spy someone about to leave from one of the places, they will sit there for hours waiting until exiting shopper loads their stuff. Meanwhile you are locked in more securely than a crack dealer in county jail. Not only are they burning excess gas, so are you, and the eighteen drivers behind you that are being held hostage. I’m telling you, there are times I would give anything to have one of those Star Trek phaser guns that vaporize things. It would be a lot less crowded at the shallow end of the gene pool.

There are three kinds of people in this world, those who can count, and those who can’t. You probably guessed which category I fall in to, but I do know when I have more than 10 Items in my buggy. You’d be surprised at how many people can’t count. They will buy a month’s worth of groceries and then go through the “10 Items or Less” line.

I come up behind them with a bag of Doritos and some breath mints and I have to wait an eternity before I can pay for my stuff. No wonder my blood pressure is high!

It comes down to simple common courtesy. We share a planet and the things we do often affect others. With a little thoughtfulness, we can make this a better place for everyone.