Pet Peeve

I've tried to write this blog every week and for the most part, I've done it. But this week, my mind is occupied with remembering a gazillion different things I need to get done before the Princess' Bat Mitzvah, my body is busy taking care of two children with colds—better now than during the Bat Mitzvah, and my heart is filled with memories of the Princess as she's been growing up. Needless to say, I've got nothing left with which to create a blog post today.

But luckily, I belong to some awesome groups on Facebook, GBE 2: Blog On and The Writer's Post, both of which create weekly prompts for blog writing! So, this week, I'm taking advantage of that and writing about "Pet Peeves."

I have lots of pet peeves, but I hate listing them because it makes me sound like a cranky old man (and for the record, I'm a snarky youngish woman, and there's a BIG difference!). I relate to those funny lists that people post about grammar pet peeves, pet peeves about men, pet peeves about women, pet peeves about children, etc. They make me laugh and usually there are at least two or three with which I agree. However, given that I've been occupied with the above-mentioned Bat Mitzvah, I'm going to choose one pet peeve that I've noticed a lot recently: other people's inability to be on time.

I'm sorry, but that really bothers me. Now, I don't necessarily have a problem with a friend who is running late meeting me for a meal—life happens and it's not a big deal. Since having kids, I also run late. But I have a huge problem with professional people who make appointments with me and then either cancel them or can't manage to appear on time. It's unprofessional and gives the impression that they think their time is more valuable than mine. You know that saying, "the customer is always right"? Well, for once, I'd really like to be that customer. Make an appointment with me and have the decency to keep it. Don't make excuses or act like it's no big deal. I'm the customer. Your job should be to please me. And cancelling on me or showing up late is not pleasing to me. Not at all. And if you haven't figured it out yet, you will when it comes time to tip you. That is all.

There. I've ranted about my pet peeve. Hope I don't sound too much like a cranky old man. Thank you, Beth!