What makes me peevish - in no particular order:
*Writers who get paid to use clichés, like "a sense of place" and a "sense of otherness"...I just read an article in the L.A. Times that had both of those phrases within two paragraphs. Ugh! I think of these clichés as the Garanimals of words. Remember Garanimals? Back in the '70s Mervyn's and other stores sold children's clothes where you simply matched the Giraffe labled top with the Giraffe labled pants and - Voila! - you had a coordinated outfit. No thinking involved. That's what cliches are like...fill in the pat, over-done, meaningless phrase into any sentence and - voila! - you have a sentence...no thinking involved. And what exactly is a "sense of otherness?" Writing is about communicating, right? Sense of otherness...please! This writer communicated to me that she wrote that article on a stomach full of wheatgrass and fell asleep on her yoga mat.
*Irritating cell phone users: Loud talkers, people who open phones in darkened theaters, people who discuss who they "hooked-up" with while blocking my access to the potatoes in the market produce aisle, and those who drive slowly and poorly because they're too involved in their phone conversations.
*People who carry their little dogs around in bags, as well as those able-visioned/non-disabled people who take their dogs into stores, restaurants, movie theaters (as I mentioned in a previous post), or any other place a dog shouldn't be. P.S. I love dogs!!! Just not near me when I'm eating or shopping indoors.
*People behind me in line at the market who begin loading their groceries on the moving conveyor belt even as I'm still loading my groceries. When their pork rinds begin to slide into my avocados, I'm left trying to push their crap back with one hand while pulling my groceries out of the cart and on to the belt with the other.
*People who have doors opened for them by others, then enter without saying "thank you" to the person who held the door.
*Space invaders!! How many times have I stood in line at the post office or grocery store and the person behind me stands so close I feel their breath on the back of my head? A lot! The only recourse I have, other than actually telling them to back off, is to kick one of my legs out, toe pointed, like a bicycle kick-stand, so that they can come no closer than my tippy-toe allows.
*People who go out of their way to move somewhere... and then complain about the place constantly. Here's an idea - move somewhere else and stop telling me about it.
*Drivers approaching on my left, who don't let me know that they're turning. I would have known I didn't have to wait for you if only... you put on your damned blinker!!! What do you people think that little blinking light is for? Those lights weren't installed for Christmas decorations - they're there to alert other drivers of your driving intentions. Got it?