You know what irks the crap out of me?
- People walking and texting and not noticing that anyone else is on the street around them.
- People seeing I have a cane in my hand and assuming that means I move slowly so they cut in front of me and nearly trip me up.
- Bus drivers who think it’s funny to raise the bus just as I’m trying to step up from a slippery snow bank onto that first step and then say, “Oh, I didn’t see you.” (Didn’t see me? Hello, big as life over here. If you can’t see me, you should not be driving this bus!)
- Standing and standing and standing on the bus because we’re stuck behind America’s Slowest Garbage Truck.
- People who ask you a question, don’t listen for the answer and then ask the same question over again.
- Men I don’t know who call me “Honey.”
- Men I don’t know who call me “Sweetheart.”
- Men I don’t know who call me “Honey” and then let a door slam in my face.
- Men I don’t know (ok, maybe that’s not fair but they were definitely on my last nerve this morning).
- People who have lengthy, loud, overly-personal conversations on their cell phones and then get an attitude when people around them make some non-verbal response to what we’re hearing.
- People who sing as they’re listening to what-all on their mp3 players, as if we all came out today to hear you sing the oh-Lord-aren’t-we-over-this-yet, “Single Ladies.”
Ok, I’ll stop. Can you tell I had a lovely trip into work this morning? Fortunately, I was on my way here, to my beloved little program where my students make me laugh, where I get to work to find that the gorgeous Brazilian woman in my class has brought yet another enormous food donation for our hunger initiative, where the older Italian woman in my class gives me a hug and a kiss just because, where I find that Michael — one of the young ones in my class who’s been MIA for almost a month — has returned after all our outreach efforts to get him back to school … where I just get to be here, a place that nourishes me in many, many ways. Definitely worth the annoying trip!