How DARE they put labels on fruit and vegetables, labels that stick so tight they peel the skin right off the bell pepper or whtever when I remove them, so when washing to get all the friggin pesticide off, I end up scrubbing soap right into the flesh.

I hate lane changers that cut in right on my bumper when there is no need, or the people who speed down the lane clearly posted as being closed ahead, then impatiently cut in at the last minute.

Big box stores. Arrogant, no-nothing clerks, who, when asked a question about an item, proceed to read me the box.

Bass turned up until my eardrums are thrumming...stuck in traffic next to one of these boombox cars is torture.

Yappy dogs (all except my own).

Ingredient labels in tiny print, printed in beige, on a slightly darker beige background.

I'm beginning to run down. This has really cleared the air for me. Now I can start my Thankful list tomorrow with a free heart.