My parents died. That was annoying.
On a smaller scale, my father’s voice was too loud and he made a bad choice in his second wife after my mother died.
My mom couldn’t remember the names of her four sons. Ever.
Lil’ Zsofia: Mom, I’m hungry!!
Zsofia’s mom, Gerry: Nice to meet you, Hungry. I’m Gerry.
Man, did that tick me off.
Also, three words:
“Life’s not fair.”
And she still calls me “the kid” in casual conversation with other people. “Yeah, the kid’s halfway through grad school.” I’m pretty sure that one isn’t intentional, though.
Did? 44 years and still doing.
When I was in elementary school, my mom had this “enforced hug” thing. Every night before I went to bed, she insisted on a hug. I have never been a touchy-feely person and absolutely hated being forced to touch someone. That and the “order phrased as a request thing” - you know, the one that goes like this:
mom: “Will you open the garage door for me please?”
me: “No, I really don’t want to.”
mom: <angry tone> “Open the garage door.”
Don’t ask me to do something if I don’t have a choice about it! If it’s an order, then make it an order, damnit!
On a lighter note, this is one that used to bug the heck out of me, but is just funny now. Here’s what happens any time I ask my mom to make something for me:
me: “Hey, would you make me a sandwich?”
mom: <waves arms dramatically> “POOF! You’re a sandwich!”
me: <sighs> “YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!”
These days, I just ask the question that way for kicks. 
Would it make you feel better if we told you it was only a hoax?
Such anger some of you have toward your parents. I would give almost anthing to have known my dad. He died in a car crash 4 months before I was born. My mother sacrificed a lot to raise us and keep us all together (this happened in the late 50s). I don’t think there is (or was) anything she could do that would annoy me.
I always get the feeling my mother is only pretending to treat me like an adult. She acts like she’s sophisticated and worldly, when in reality she has spent the last 30 years of her life living in tiny towns in BFE. I don’t hold that against her, but it annoys me when she tries to act like she’s smarter than I am, when I’ve been around more in the last 5 years than she has in the previous 20.
Both my parents are obsessed with people’s nationalities and, at nearly 40, I feel as annoyed and embarrassed by it as any middle schooler, even when they don’t do it in front of others. Recently someone in the family had a baby boy whose first and last name are Evan Thomas. Mom commented, in her doofiest voice ever, “Oh, everyone is going to think HE’s a welshman!” Um, yeah, Ma, everyone is going to think he’s a welshman. People are always going around thinking about welshmen.Welshman, welshman, WELSHMAN!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!
What my father does is speculate on the nationality of people, based on their last names and tries them out with accents. He particularly likes to comment that people have “Good cherman names.” Puke.