I have always considered myself a fairly well-balanced and tolerant person. After all, I was part of the hippie generation where everything was about peace and love and accepting each other’s differences. Also, I was taught to rise above challenging moments in life and to always “turn the other cheek.” But that was then and this is now.
I don’t know what happens to a man when he enters his 60s, but suddenly, the least little thing can “set me off” and make a chill go up my spine. Maybe it’s because I see people in my age range dropping dead all around me, that I have become more aware of my own mortality. Suddenly, every minute of my life is more precious, and the last thing I want to do is waste it standing in line or listening to someone’s lame excuses.
So, with that said, I now present “Pete’s Peeves,” a venting of those day-to-day occurrences that make me go berserk!!
Peeve 1. OK, maybe it’s my fault for starting a family so late in life. My brain and nervous system just can’t deal with the tempo of my two teenage daughters. As much as I love them, some things they do just bring me to the edge, like dumping their backpacks, lunch bags and coats right at the front door when they walk in the house. I get it — they’re tired of lugging the contents of a school locker on their backs all day; but, at least leave room for me to open the door and enter the house without stumbling and climbing over a mountain of debris.
Peeve 2. I don’t know what’s going on, but every time I go to back out of a parking space, there is always someone right behind me. I guess you’d say one of my peeves is my inability to see what I’m looking at. I can look and check and look some more, but still, I end up nearly running some poor soul over every time I back up. I swear, sometimes I think the “Big Guy” upstairs is messing with me on purpose. So, now I have to practically turn 180 degrees around and get a clear view of the area behind me. Then, quickly turn back and check all my side mirrors, and then turn around one more time to make absolutely sure I won’t have to hear any more people yelling, “Hey, watch where the “F” you’re going, Jerk!!”
Peeve 3. My home is located on a beautiful corner lot with a large front lawn. But, over the past years, more and more people have started to use my lawn like it’s the neighborhood park. And, as luck would have it, I have a big yellow fire hydrant and a large tree that every dog in the neighborhood can’t resist. But, there is one guy who walks his dog every morning, and it’s really starting to make me blow my top.
Every day at 6:30 a.m., he walks his mangy looking dog past my house dragging its own leash on the ground. Then he lets the dog run on my yard and spin its leash around and around in circles like it was chasing its own tail. Meanwhile, my dog is in the house barking her head off and waking the whole family.
So, I finally had the chance to look at the guy as his dog did its crazy spinning thing and made sure that the look on my face clearly expressed my disapproval. But, he just smiled back as if I should be pleased with the free entertainment his dog was giving me. So, what really peeves me is that, now, I will have to put some big, ugly “No Trespassing” and “Curb Your Dog” signs on my beautiful lawn, knowing all the time that it will do absolutely no good because …
dogs can’t read!
**The Views and Opinions expressed in these columns are those of the writer, not necessarily those of SCV Publications/Santa Clarita Gazette.**