santorum
I won’t bother to itemize all the bad driving habits and bad manners in general that get on my nerves.
Just to stick to the things that might be peculiar to me:
the smell of butter-flavored microwave popcorn
being nagged to eat something fattening I’ve turned down by being told some variation of “you don’t need to lose weight!”
answering the phone
rap/hip-hop music and culture bleeding into mainstream culture (can you tell I’m almost 40?)
having my name spelled and/or said wrong
having a man look me in the breasts when speaking to me
underwear (yeah, I wear it; I just can’t find any I like)
spiders
noise (thus explaining in general why I don’t have kids)
being asked “how are you?” or “how was your weekend?”
That’s enough. I could get a reputation as a curmudgeon.