And now, for a pet peeve

[siercia]

You know what I hate?

When someone offers (or you ask) to pick you up lunch or coffee or whatever, and they get it wrong, particularly in the "they didn't have what you asked for, so I guessed" sense. They were doing you a favor, so you can't get mad, really, but they brought you back something that was completely not what you wanted so they might as well not have, and they've spent your money on something that was not at all what you wanted, but if you complain you're ungrateful and a picky whiny bitch, so you can't even be cranky about it, but you are because it's ALL WRONG and you have no where to go with that.

Yeah, I hate that.

Comments

[kiteflier98.livejournal.com]

I hate that, too. I've had to start giving people first and second and sometimes... third choices to prevent it in the future. Lately I just don't give a damn, though :)

Another one of mine: Forgetting how to type my own passwords. I love how complicated I make them, but sheez...

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[siercia]

*thpt*

[asmodel.livejournal.com]

One way to tell if a boy is a keeper I find is if he gets the right stuff for you from the drug store. I once had a boyfriend who supposedly went to get me meds, I showed him the old bottles of what I had, and he just got random stuff, and only half of it. Meanwhile boys who get the exact brand/variety of your favourite foodstuffs correct, and know when you need them, are worth their weight in gold.