This week’s topic over at Stasha’s: irritating sounds that irritate me.
I love this topic because I like to discuss things that irritate me, even though it’s irritating.
- Snoring, courtesy of you-know-who. It will be the end of me, especially those mid-breath gaspy pauses, where he stops breathing but I’m the one who lurches awake because I think he’s expiring even though it happens forty times a night. Oy vey.
- Fiona chewing ice.
- My children repeating the made-up and highly annoying word: nyoodles.
- People who snap chewing gum. (I am guilty of darting a disapproving look at a snapping turtle mom in the elevator yesterday who was not only snapping her gum, she was smacking it.)
- People crumpling wrappers in movie theaters.
- People smacking while eating.
- Loud, sloppy public sneezing - particularly the kind that’s loud and scares everybody. (Can you tell I’m an irritable person?)
- People who shout suddenly in public places such as airports. In this day and age, it’s just not on.
- Wet flip flops. Worse than water-boarding.
- Other people’s children whining doesn’t bother me, but when the whining is paired the dynamic of the child’s parent contributing to the whining – and I can actually see a parent teaching their child howto whine – that bugs me.Yesterday, for example, I took my children to see Mary Poppins on Broadway. It was a big deal for us to go to New York and see it, not to mention that for all of us the nosebleed seats cost almost $400 (gulp! but worth it!) – so you would think that even the people up in the higher altitudes of the New Amsterdam Theater would be on their best behavior, right? Well. An over-indulgent dad and his bratty six-year-old daughter sat beside us, and that girl talked and whined throughout the whole production.She was a non-stop whiney-pants, saying things in between crunchy bites of chocolates and loud slurps of soda to her dad like, “Noooooo! Don’t take those awaaaaaay from meeeee!” when he tried to limit her chocolate intake. I heard him say to her, “You can only eat four of these, see? Four – that’s it. Four.” So when she had eaten four and he tried to take the bag, and her whining escalated, you know what he did? He let her eat the rest of the bag.He warned her four times to not put her feet on the back of the seat in front of her, and when the person in the seat leaned forward, he told her she could put her feet on the seat back (!). (And I thought I was inconsistent!) By the end of the Mary Poppins, he had at least 4 people giving him some serious stink eye (including Fiona, even though I tried to stop her), but he just did not seem to notice. He didn’t once shush his daughter, like a normal parent might, or suggest to her that a running, loud commentary on what the characters were wearing might be just plain rude. And you know what? It bugged me, but Mary Poppins was so supercalifragilistic that I’m over it now.