Pet Peeve Day
A reader has asked that I designate the odd day - and certainly this day qualifies - as "Pet Peeve Day."
O.K.
Send me your pet peeves, please.
I would love to get the ball rolling and set a good example.
But it's impossible for me to name a pet peeve, other than I am peeved by other people's pets.
You see, I am a cantankerous, grouchy old jerk, who is irritated by practically everything.
My favorite quote comes from Jean Paul Sarte.
"L'enfer, c'est les autres."
Hell is other people.
Almost everything and everybody annoys the beetlejuice out of me.
Especially young people and drivers and government and book agents and my best friends, who are consistently maddening.
Now...
That doesn't mean that I'm not great coffee company or a barrel of laughs.
Just don't be late or comment on my clothes or take a call on your effing blackberry or tell me that in addictions we need a "continuum of treatment."
And while you're at it, ask that 11-year old girl who invented coffee if we can have some more brown sugar over here at this table by the drafty door.
Ggrrrhhhhhhhh...
