I don't know why I felt compelled to write this kind of post today. I'm generally a pretty happy, glass-half-full kind of person. But it's Tuesday, and it's snowing, and I felt in need of a rant. These are the little things that I really shouldn't care about, but that are slowly making me crazy.
1. Automatic email subscriptions. Just because I have to create an account and give the delivery company my email address when I want to eat pulled pork in bed, it doesn't mean that I'm agreeing to be included on their newsletter. Yes, I want all food to be delivered ready-made to my front door. No, I don't want my email to be full of pictures of food I'm not currently eating.
2. People who pull on their dog's collar while the dog is peeing and don't let the dog finish. Seriously, people!? Isn't that why you took your dog for a walk? So that it could pee? Are you really so important or in such a hurry that you can't wait 30 seconds for your poor pet to finish? Seriously.
3. The fact that Netflix doesn't have a "Skip Theme Song" button. When I'm binge watching re-runs of Friends I really don't want or need to hear "I'll be there for youuuu" twenty times in one day. Yeah I know I can fast forward, and sometimes I try, but I never get the timing just right.
4. When your Uber driver speeds past you really fast. Come on dude, you know you're picking someone up, and you have a GPS that tells you exactly where I am. Even if you're not 100% sure of the exact address, can't you at least slow down so you can see me when I start waving frantically. Last night my driver gave me a hard time for not texting him to tell him where I was. My response was that I was standing on the curb directly in front of the address I had given him. And even though my arms were full of boxes I still managed to wave frantically when I saw he wasn't slowing down. His response: "You still should have texted me." Alright man, just admit you weren't paying attention.
5. Toronto's public garbage cans. For anyone reading this around the world, Toronto's garbage cans have these little flaps over the holes so that you can't just throw something in. There's a foot pedal on the bottom of each one so you can theoretically dispose of your garbage hands-free. The problem is that the foot-pedal almost never works or the flap doesn't open wide enough, and nine times out of ten I end up having to push the gross garbage-covered flap open with my hands. I'm pretty sure cities figured out the ideal garbage can model centuries ago. Why does Toronto have to go and ruin a good thing? What's so wrong with a can with a hole in it?
And that's my rant for today. I'll try and think of something much more positive to post tomorrow, but it's moving-week and exam-week and working-extra-shifts-week so right now I'm patting myself on the back for simply managing to wash my hair this morning.