As I’ve entered my official “crone years (please see previous post),” I’m trying not to sweat the small stuff. I no longer fall into a tizzy over small affronts to my ego or unintentional slights by those in my circle of friends and acquaintances. I’m even more tolerant with myself and allow myself far more leeway to put things off or totally remove items from my to-do list. I’m also far more forgiving of my mistakes… and, believe me, I’ve made some doozies!
But (and this is a BIG BUT), I do have my list. There are still certain triggers that can drive me absolutely wild. And, as a crone who can be cranky from time to time, I feel like venting! So here goes my list of the dirty three that still get to me.
Garbage by the side of the road: I live in the San Francisco Bay Area—arguably one of the most beautiful spots in the country. Yet, almost every freeway in the area suffers from the blight of copious amounts of trash thrown willy-nilly from passing cars. This thoughtless act enrages me because it shows such disrespect for our beautiful countryside and our precious planet. What type of person still does this?
The stench of too much perfume: Have you ever gone to a lovely (and expensive) restaurant to celebrate a special occasion and had your meal ruined by someone at a neighboring table? Well, it’s happened to me… and more than once. Just as my dinner arrived, in came an overly perfumed diner who got seated right next to me. She must have thought she was fetchingly aromatic, but her overpowering scent killed my taste buds and made me want to gag… not an appetizing thought, nor a way to enhance the dining experience.
Massive car syndrome: I drive a regular sized car and always have. So when I come out of the store and see my parking space surrounded by behemoth SUVs and trucks, it’s rather startling. I can’t see to back out because they’ve totally blocked my vision. The same is true when they’re parked by the side of the road and I need to pull out into traffic. Sometimes I just have grit my teeth and go because I can’t see around them. Funny thing, the drivers of these giants seem to love to park in the spots labeled “compact.” That way their oversized vehicles take up so much space, drivers like me can hardly open our car doors. All that wiggling and maneuvering must make them laugh!
So that’s my list of three. There are many more triggers that can send my blood pressure dangerously high, but even crones can tire of complaining. How about you? Do you still sweat the small stuff in certain ways? Complainers love company and I’d love to hear about your lists, too!