Little Irritations

Growing up I get more and more irritated by little things that never bugged me before. I know it’s my own personal problem to deal with, but maybe sharing some of these irritations might help blow of some steam.

Let’s start of with the first one today.

Old people in supermarkets

Why, for the love of all that is holy, do they all seem to come out of there hiding places when I’m doing my shopping after work? They have all the time in the world. No need to do shopping after six! But no. They seem dead set on dragging their old bones in while I’m trying to scramble something together for dinner. I see them lurking closer and closer like $$* zombies. I bet this started of ‘The Walking Dead’.

When two of them meet, and this is not a rare occasions, they tend to talk in the aisles in such a manner you can not pass without disturbing their talk about… whatever, let’s leave it at their...