She arrived after several other customers on that Sunday.
The vet’s office didn’t open until 5:00 p.m., and all of us were there to pick
up our pets. This young woman jumped out of her car, and as soon as the door
opened, she rushed to the counter without any regard to others who had beaten
her there.
As my family will testify, some things push my buttons to
the point that my temper gets the best of me. It’s not something about which
I’m proud; it just the plain truth. Maybe others can identify with me on some
of the issues.
I hate stacked up messes. For a while I can tolerate them,
but eventually, piles of junk all over the place get my goat. That’s when the
cleaning binge hits. With enough energy to tidy up the largest of houses, I
tackled “stuff” and decide which items survive and which ones end up in the
trash. I could blame my aversion to clutter to an OCD (obsessive compulsive
disorder), but that’s not quite true. After a place is straightened up and junk
is purged, I allow a new round of piling up to begin. The real truth is that I
flip over other people’s messes, not mine. Yeah, I know that’s being a jerk.
Another thing that bugs me is lying. I try my best to tell
the truth at all times. In times past, I’ve colored the
Rude drivers are another thing I detest. Most of us obey the
rules of the road and manage to reach our destinations. However, some
inconsiderate individuals think they don’t have to abide by the same standards
because they are special or more important. The prime example of this is when
an accident on the highway causes traffic to funnel into one lane. Many
motorists race to scene of the wreck and then jam themselves into the front of
others who have patiently waited their turns. It’s the same as people who cut
line at the grocery store or other business. When they do jump in front, these
folks act as if nothing has happened and take offense when I call them out and
ask them to go to the end of the line.
The thing that infuriates me most is tardiness. I’ve always
been prompt; in fact, I arrive early at every event that I attend. It gives me
time to take care of any unexpected problems. Now, many persons feel that it is
perfectly acceptable to be tardy. Some say it’s being “fashionably late.”
Others declare that arriving a few minutes past the deadline is no big deal
since things never start on time. I beg to differ. Nothing boils my blood like
having people climb over me to a seat after a movie or game has started. If I
can be early, don’t I have the right to expect others to simply be on time?
Becoming hostile over things that vex me isn’t an admirable
trait. It is, however, the way I’m wired. Friends tell me to relax and not
allow such things to set me off. I counter that others should be aware and
thoughtful enough not to do things that cause a problem. I’d like to ask them,
“Did your parents teach you to be so rude and inconsiderate
of others’ feelings?”
Yep, such a comment might just lead to physical injury,
either mine or someone else’s.
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I'm with you 100 percent!
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