The variations in sizing among women’s clothing manufacturers. Sometimes I wear a 6, or even a 4. Other times a 10. Impossible to order clothes via the Web.
People who keep talking, even start a new topic, after I say, “Well, goodbye, I have to go (or hang up) now.”
Those who only want to communicate via phone, never email, although I ask if we can do a little of both. On the phone I have to be on my toes, unreflective, ready to ask and answer. (As an introvert, the phone to me is like daylight to a vampire.) Not to mention that the caller and I have to organize our schedules so that we’re both available at the same time.
The impossibility of finding an address to write a letter or email to a company.
Bloggers whose posts I share, who never, under any circumstances share mine, although we write on related topics for similar audiences.
Having to buy big sealed plastic bags of food or bunches of produce for just my husband and me.
Excessive skincare product packaging.
Most recent check-in time for B&Bs: 4:00. Out the next day by 11:00 a.m. Charged for 24 hours, but getting only 19.
People who insist, they’ve “always wanted to write,” but never make an attempt.
Oh, and stale cupcakes sold to me by my neighborhood baker, after I asked if they were fresh, she replied: “Oh, yes. Don’t worry about that.”
When I noticed half a red velvet cupcake left uneaten by a sugar-loving friend, I cracked off a piece. Hard. Dry.
When I told the baker about it, she blamed her refrigerator and offered neither a refund nor replacement. I used to buy pastries from her as an end-of-the-course treat for my creative writing students; now, the lady’s lost my business.
Got any infuriations of your own? As my pal E. Victoria Flynn says, hit me up.