I am in fabulous Pembrokeshire with my mum, dad, and Sandy dog. We are farm sitting for our dear friends the M___s. So far I have slept, eaten, lazed around watching TV, and tried and failed to capture a pony or two from H___'s field. They are knobish ponies who let you stroke them etc. and then run away broncing. If anyone has any tips to improving this DRAMATICALLY within a week please share them with me.
Anyway, you may have guessed from the title that this is not the purpose of this blog. You see, over the past year or so I have become far more grumpy. Little tiny annoying things have become a threat to some people. They could become the helpless victim of my ridiculous rage any moment now. So, I am going to share with you my annoyances in a perhaps pointless quest to manage my own anger.
Annoyance:
FAT PEOPLE IN DOORWAYS
Imagine this.
You are playing in a concert as an end-of-year shindig. Everyone is chatting, life is grand. All of a sudden, it is time to line up to take to the stage.
Everybody files into a small room which soon becomes highly overcrowded, but you are not too bothered as it is not hot, and people are being fairly polite.
You try to get out of the doors to line up in your given position when you are stopped.
There is nowhere to go.
A women the size of a small planet stands in the doorway, and the line of instrumentalists fits around her. Oh yes, there is no way out.
"Excuse me," you politely ask. Of course, there is no movement.
"EXCUSE ME!" Louder this time, you are certain you will be heard. In fact, you are. You are acknowledged. She shifts slightly, making a very small gap. Perhaps she does not know the extent f her absolute enormous-ness, or has poor eyesight and thinks you are a mouse, as she should be leaving the building. You end up getting into line, angry and now sweating, as the band makes it's way in. Put on a brave smile, don't let it get to you. Except that it does. All day.
This happened to me fairly recently, and yes, it is still on my mind. My friends think I'm joking, but I really do hate it that much.
A similar thing, if not more irritating, happened to me the other day when I went shopping.
Some large women stood in the aisle trying on shoes, and I really needed to pass her. Some gorgeous shoes were calling my name! Of course, I ended up going down a different aisle and up the original. This worked. The only problem was that she then wanted to pass me and put on a sour face.
"Could I PLEASE pass you, dearie?" She enquired.
I am not a deer, and I was extremely tempted to say no. However, being who I am and having learned from my mother the phrase "I was so annoyed I nearly said something", I simply smiled and said :
"Oh yes! I hope I have not caused you any trouble!"
Maybe my extreme politeness annoyed her, as she waddled off mumbling.
I hope it does. I hope it sticks with her forever.
