Judge Judy bites people’s heads off for that.
Okay, there are two things that annoy me…
I hate when my husband tells me what to do or even asks me to do something. It triggers my inner aggrieved teenager.
Today I parked my car while he was waiting outside for our son’s school bus. I have to park at the edge of my driveway near the lawn so he can get his car out. I’m terrible at parking my car.
The first thing he said to me was, “You should move your car. You’re parked on the grass.”
Totally reasonable.
Inside I’m like dammit, don’t order me around! I’ll park on the fucking grass if I want to!
I blame my mother.
Never tell me what to do. That’s just rude. Ask and you will get what you want.
I would have a very poor soldier. “Sir, ask nice sir.”
Did you just tell me what to do?
In my neighborhood the sidewalks are narrow enough that you’d pretty much be blocking the entire sidewalk if you put them there (and no grass between the sidewalk and street here either). Meanwhile the streets are quite wide and there’s more than enough room for traffic with everyone’s bins in the street.
It’s California. That’s not a thing here.
The “Water People” (General Improvement District) Hate them, but really should get over it.
Never been to Truckee, I see.
Must be on the flat, like me. One of our conference rooms has enlarged historical photos on the walls. There are a few showing the last time there was a dusting of snow downtown.
They show horses. The sidewalks then were wooden and the streets were dirt.
Yeah, enipla, I think they got you there on that one.
Pictures of people or fictional characters with their hair hanging in front of their eye(s) or face. It gives me the irrational urge to reach inside the picture and swat it aside. It just…nags at me for no good reason.
That’s even worse. Sometimes I am about to do something thoughtful and then he asks me to do it before I can show how magnanimous I am. Then I don’t want to do it anymore! I’m only getting half credit!
My accountant suggested I begin getting $$$ from Social Security. I went online and in an hour I was all set. Then my accountant suggested I have 10% withholding taken out. Turns out I had to print out Form W-4V, fill it out, then mail it in. Fine.
I print out Form W-4V, it is one sheet. But then a second sheet prints out explaining the Paperwork Reduction Act. Irony much?
I have this thing about gum chewing, especially people who keep chewing and chewing and chewing the same tired piece of gum like some rodent on amphetamines. It makes me queasy because I picture people chewing their own spit laden cud and the thought disgusts me.
Also, heed this warning: Whatever you do, don’t take it out to drink or swallow something else and then put it back in your mouth. 
I’m with you. When my husband tells me to do something or that I should do something, I always snap back, “you’re not my dad”. 
I also tell him it wouldn’t irritate me so much if he changed the tone of his voice. That makes all the difference in the world.
Way to stand up for yourselves! 
We all have different ‘To Do Lists’ in our lives. And some things are more important to one spouse or the other. But I often simply can’t do #4 on the list before #3 on the list.
It’s not a problem in our household at all. I’m sorry if my previous posts made it sound that way.
26 years married. Never an argument. Perhaps a very occasional disappointment is it. That is because we both look at whatever has arisen and because of other factors, well, it can’t be done, yet. Things can be moved around on the list of course.
And there is the occasional ‘Scud’ in everyone’s life. A missile fired at one or both of us, and you have know idea where it’s gonna go. It may change plans, it may not. It could be a non-issue.
We both know our strengths and weaknesses. And handle tasks that way.
If my wife told me that, I would be tempted to repeat my statement in Elmer Fudd’s voice. But I hope I would restrain myself.
I understand that. I get along quite well with my husband but there are always things that are going to be mildly irritating, and I figure that’s just a part of married life. He’s just kind of, well back in my childhood we called it anal retentive, I guess a polite word would be exacting, so he tends to micro-manage. We have a running joke from years back where he admonished me, in all seriousness, “Don’t forget to take the sticker off your apple.” I countered years later with evidence that you can actually eat the sticker.
The fact that I have accidentally eaten the sticker before is irrelevant, I say.
Do not ever watch a movie featuring Veronica Lake!!
My latest one: When you go to a restaurant, and they bring a drink, with a straw already in it. But the paper is still on the part sticking out of the drink.
EWWW. The paper is so the straw is clean. But to set it up that way, someone had to grab that, and pull the paper off below, with their hands. Likely TOUCHING THE STRAW as they do so.
I know, I know, my risks of food-borne illness are not terribly high from a (hopefully clean) hand accidentally touching the straw briefly, versus from all the other components of the meal. But WHO THE HELL ever thought that was a good idea.
I’m always tempted to tell them to take that drink back and bring me one without a straw stuck in it, but you know damn well they’ll just go back, remove the straw, and bring you back the same beverage.
And related: whenever my husband and I would get drinks somewhere, with bendy straws available, he’d helpfully set mine up for me, by fully extending the bendy part. It kinda annoyed me. I finally let him know that this was an annoyance, and he quit doing it. This one truly IS stupid.
Hahaha everyone. The little things can kinda irritate.
Years ago, when I was about to sneeze, my wife would say gesundheit before I sneeze. And my sneeze would get sort of stuck. Yeah weird, I know. I asked her to stop doing that.