the Susan B. Anthony coin - ugly hatchet-faced hag
least favorite phrase grown-ups told you when you were a child
“Don’t get smart”, a seeming contradiction.
Least favorite jam/jelly.
Raspberry
Least favorite dog breed
Teacup Chihuahua. I feel sorry for them. Their surface to volume ratio is unnatural, and if it’s under 80’F in their environment, all they do is shiver.
Least favorite presidential loser.
Bob Dole. Had a great sense of humor, though, but then, so did GWBush.
Least favorite air conditioner location
Right frickin’ above my head. In bed. But because of window placement in the room, there isn’t really anywhere else to put the bed, unless we want to put it in the center of the room, and that wastes too much space.
Least favorite time you’ve ever been inconvenienced by a favorite radio or TV show being on (obviously, this is mostly for people over 35).
When we didn’t have a VCR, The West Wing was on and my infant son chose just that time to go on a crying jag. Ah, parenthood!
Least favorite moment as a parent (or if inapplicable, as a kid yourself)?
When my mother paid for me, DH, herself, and the boychik to spend the day at the Indy Children’s Museum, and about 45 minutes in, the boychik pukes all over his father, himself, and the museum floor. My mother bought a souvenir shirt for DH to change into.
This is when we lived in Bloomington, and had driven an hour to get there, and this was the whole day we had planned. We had to drive home with a sick toddler, and then figure out what to do with the day, and my mother was out a lot of money.
Least favorite time you got inconveniently sick (not necessarily the pukes).
It was a Friday. I was leading our book club discussion at lunch and then had a party after work that I really, really had to go to (long story). I felt miserable most of the day, and then my wife, young son and I spent the weekend trading around the same stomach virus. Lots of barfing.
Least favorite vacation?
Madison, WI. Do I need to say more? OK; I was visiting an old friend who was supposed to be off work when I was there, but got called in on my first day, and couldn’t get out of it. So I spent a day sitting around her apartment (I didn’t have a car, and anyway, what was I going to do in Madison, WI?) She didn’t even have cable, and she didn’t own many books. I had brought one with me, so I read it most of the day (The Joyous Season, by Patrick Dennis), and tried to make friends with her unfriendly cat.
Then, even when she did have time off, we were still in Madison, WI.
Rivkah, you forgot to add your next least favorite.
That’s OK. My least favorite vacation was when I was about 13, and Mom and Dad sent me to spend a week with Grandma, up in the country. I liked Grandma, but as things turned out, I wasn’t allowed to be late for lunch or dinner, get dirty, get wet, pick up toads, chase bugs, splash in puddles after a rain, or anything else one might expect a city-dwelling kid to do in the country.
Grandma couldn’t understand that I wanted to do things I couldn’t do in the city, like look for snakes and catch frogs. After a week of reading books and playing solitaire (which was all I was allowed to do, and we had no TV), I was glad to get back to the city, where I could play with my friends. Mom knew I’d probably get dirty playing football, and she didn’t mind if I was a little late for dinner, if the pickup baseball game went into extra innings. Getting back to the city was a relief, and Mom and Dad never sent me to Grandma’s “for a vacation” again.
Your least favorite 1970’s sitcom.
Could’ve sworn I put my next “least.” Oh well.
1970’s sitcom: Sanford & Son. Don’t know why. It just irks me, and it always has. I picked it because of my steady and timeless dislike for it. There were shows I disliked at the time because I didn’t get them, like Chico and the Man, and shows I liked at the time, but now think are pretty stupid, like Happy Days; however, I did not like S&S when it was new, and I still don’t like it now.
Least favorite Renaissance painter.
I always thought Giorgio da Sebenico was pretty overrated,
Least favorite accordion virtuoso
Weird Al Yankovitch. Why? Because he is the ONLY accordion player (virtuoso or otherwise) I can name.
Least favorite food group?
Grains because I have to avoid carbs, even though I could eat biscuits all day
Least favorite sport you’ve participated in
Volleyball. I was on the team in intermediate school. Lots of regrets.
Least favorite piece of playground equipment from your childhood.
Boxing
least favorite radio program
WTMA in Jacksonville AL - the DJ thought speeding up interviews like chipmunks talking was funny
least favorite thread game
These good old days. Apparently no one liked that one.
Least favorite seasonal “pumpkin spice” item.
Beer
Least favorite room freshener scent