Some Days You’re The Princess…

The old queen…laid a pea on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.
On this the princess had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.

“Oh, very badly!” said she. “I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It’s horrible!”
— From “The Princess and the Pea”

As much as it pains me to admit it, some days I am the princess (which means some days I am the pea). Tonight, I feel like talking about my princess days – just ten tiny things that irritate me to no end.

In no particular order:

  1. When the area around the sink isn’t wiped up after “messy use”
  2. Misshapenly stacked dishes in the sink
  3. Failure to use turning signals
  4. Excessively loud speaking
  5. Calling me by my last name as my first (not in sport amongst friends, but because you disbelieve the comma on the auto-name setup in company email, the period in my email address, or my middle initial!)
  6. When the toilet paper is flipped under and not over
  7. A twisted gym mat
  8. People who hold up the morning rush hour Starbucks line because they can’t get off of their cellphone for five bloody seconds to put in their order
  9. Passive-aggressive corporate emails: choose your mood and be brave about it
  10. The television blaring in the background

I know those are all minor things when taken in the context of world peace, nuclear proliferation, climate control, and the economy. I get that.

But some days these peas….

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