A world of hate

by tess

Our mothers taught us not to use the word “hate.” I must have suffered a temporary bout of hearing loss that day. Apparently there’s an endless supply of things that I absolutely abhor but in the old making-lemons-into-lemonade spirit, I’ve found that I quite enjoy sharing my pet peeves with you. Today you may recognize some old favorites but please welcome any newcomers.


**I hate being told how to do something.

**I hate the description “… and wacky hijinks ensue.” It’s a lazy description provided by a lazy reviewer traveling from Lazytown to Lazyville via Lazyland Express.

**I hate to sweat, and I hate it when other people sweat, too. It’s ugly, it smells, and it’s disgusting.

**I hate driving. And riding. I’ve imposed a twenty-nine minute limit on all excursions whether as driver or passenger.

**I hate the office toilet which is broken. Again.

**I hate that Some People think dusting requires moving tchochkes, and vacuuming requires moving furniture. Isn’t that the purpose of covering every horizontal surface with stuff – less cleaning is required?

**I hate doing something twice when once was all that was required.

**I hate hearing the word “laxey-daisey” in lieu of “lackadaisical.”

**I hate it when someone brings in day-old fish for lunch then stinks up the office with it.

**I hate my office chair which would be so much better if it reclined like a super-premium first-class airline seat. A flight attendant serving me drinks and snacks throughout the day would be nice, too.