I realize that with all there is going on in the world that we don't have a lot of time for pet peeves. But, I have one, and I am now going to share it with you. The girl at ShopKo's checkout calls me hon. For some reason this bugs me, and yet amuses me at the same time. It is so funny to me, that I barely made it out of the store last week before bursting out laughing. To cover up, I said, "Oh, Jane, you are so funny" even though she hadn't said or done anything funny. I decided that from then on, I would just avoid her. I had to avoid 2 different checkers at the Walmart where we used to live. One scared my kids and the other one commented on EVERYTHING I bought. Thanks, but I don't need narrating through the checkout. Anyway, back to my story. Today, she was the only checker. I put my game face on, and got in line. However, the lady in front of me had a problem with a price so the checker said, "O.K., hon, just show me where you got this from." So, I am not her only hon. Do I feel bad about this? Maybe just a little. But, it got me thinking, are there rules for using 'hon'? I think if someone wants to call me hon, they should be older than I am. At least the same age or born in the same decade. I also think people with big hairdos and earrings and work at a diner are allowed to call me hon. That's cute and, well, stereotypical, right? John is allowed to call me hon, but that is mutual and we love each other. The kids are not allowed to call me hon. And while we're on a long, drawn out, rambling rant, I have to say, Amy, that you posted a pet peeve a LONG time ago about people not putting their shopping carts away and I am annoyed everytime I don't want to put my cart away, and there's this little amyvoice in my head saying, you'd better put that away! And I DO!!! Even in 10 feet of snow and slush splashing all over me, I put it away! So, hon, thanks for the advice! :)
P.S. Feel free to leave comments of your favorite pet peeves, as long as they have nothing to do with me :)
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Hey Hon...
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I hate when people ask me "Are they all yours?" when one can clearly tell by looking at my kids that they are. My next biggest is when they ask, "Do they all have the same father?" AAAARRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!
On a side note, you are the randomly drawn winner for February's Wordfull Wednesday. If you could e-mail me your mailing address so I can get the prize ordered and shipped to you. You'll find out what it is this evening when I post about it. :D
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My pet peeve is when people tap my shoulder to get my attention. I want to SMACK them! I have a name, and if you don't know my name, "mam" will do. Do NOT TAP ME!
Oh, the shopping cart thing: I always put my shopping cart away because of Aunt Joyce. I heard her tell my mom once, when I was a little girl, that she was coming out of the grocery store, she had a couple of kids on her hip and it was raining. She put her cart away and an old lady told her, I think that's so great that you put your cart away, even with all of your little kids. People who don't put their shopping carts away have dirty underwear.
I remember that everytime I go shopping, even when it is freezing, I have a baby in the car, a toddler hanging on me, snowing, raining, whatever... I do not want to be accused of having dirty underwear.
oh, and don't tell me you'll do something and then not do it. Another pet Peeve!!! Just say NO if you are not going to do it!
LOL Kathryn... seriously. In the south we get a lot of "hons". My neighbor uses hon and girl interchangeably. It's endearing from her. We get a lot of "Bless your heart" and "Have a blessed day" too!
I have so many pet peeves... besides the shopping cart one (which I'm glad to hear I've left a little of myself with you). Let's see... I can't stand it when people (my husband in particular) put ice in their milk. But I have a lot of milk issues stemming from childhood and a large garbage can filled with powdered milk--shudder.
I have a whole list of driving ones, but that will have to do for now.
One more... the word verification thing on blogs... totally bugs me, but I have it on mine because I'm too stupid to know how to remove it. The word was gledlort, BTW...What the heck does that even mean?
I am also bugged by 18 year olds calling me hon or when they call me ma'am. I'm too old to be a ma'am!
I have a lot of pet peeves but one of the biggest is rude drivers who hog the road.
That was funny! There's a checker at my Walmart who always want's to have a big in depth conversation with me about my weekend. I thought he was a wierdo the first time, but then he did it EVERY time I went through his line. One time after that I was in a neighboring lane to his and heard him dumping his 20 questions on every person who came through his lane. I laughed. I figure it's how he passes the time and keeps it interesting...still a bit wierdo though.
HAHAHA!!!! Alot of people I work with call their customers hon, and their all like 20! so I don't think that would fit into your requirements.
Now I'm just going to call you hon because it's the annoying thing to do. and I have no one to tease right now.
ps I am ready to shop anytime!!! let's figure out a date!!
I'll have to watch myself. I would have to say that one of my pet peeves is going to subway or quizno's and watching them fix my sandwich. Fixing a sandwich and the things you put on it is a very personal thing. When you say "I'd like just a little bit of onion on there please." They load it on...and when you say, "honey mustard dressing" they drizzle a little bit on there like they sized you up when you walked in the door and decided that you need as few additional calories as possible. Anyway.my point is..sandwiches are sacred...don't mess with food man!
Oh, Sugar, let me think, ...
Oh yes, Dear, my biggest pet peeve is when my children PULL on me. I HATE being PULLED. It is, of course, Sweetie, when I am in the middle of something, and cannot come at their whim. So then, they PULL!! Did I mention, Love, that I HATE BEING PULLED?!
Sorry for all the terms of endearment, I couldn't help myself!
OK, here is mine. I am currently the ward organist, and I always arrive early to play through the hymns and to play the prelude music while everyone arrives. So I am watching my music, playing the keyboard and the foot pedals (because my mom taught me that the organ sounds so much better when the pedals are played, so I don't dare to NOT play them while wearing ugly flat shoes because "you should never play with no shoes" and you just can't play the pedals with stylish 5-inch heels--yes, I've tried.)
Let's see, where was I? Watching and playing and wondering if I should play quieter to remind everyone that they should not be talking so loudly, or should I play louder so the music will drown out the visiting going on. Um, definitely play quieter because playing louder will cause people to talk even louder because they can't hear themselves above the prelude music.
So I am watching and playing and wondering and checking the clock across the room--which I can't see without my glasses, but I can't wear my glasses while I play because I can't read the music--to see if it is time for the meeting to start because then I will need to watch to see when the person conducting the meeting stands up so I can move to a nice ending spot in the song I am playing.
OK here it is: I am watching and playing and wondering and checking and thinking (AND chewing gum because I don't want to have gross Sunday-morning breath) and someone comes up and asks me a question or wants to have a conversation with me. Hello! I'm busy here. I have reached my limit--I can not talk, too.
lol, fun post and comments!
I hate people pointing out how quiet I am, do I point out your faults to everyone?
I also hate something my husband does, but that would be a tmi, and while you're imagining what that could be, your guess is probably worse than the actual thing. I've talked about it with Amy.
Hey Loulie, if you are reading this, you know I'm dying of curiousity! Why does Amy get to know and not me??? Jealous. And to everyone else, thanks for making me laugh all day! I love it!
My kids interrupting me! It's seriously starting to drive my loony! Since I shop at the Walmart you used, I have the same pet peeve- checkers that comment on my purchases. Do I really need to know their opinion on my deodorant or laundry soap purchases! I think not!
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