5) Breaking off the metal tab on a Tuna Can

Pretty straight forward here, but you go to open up a can of tune that has that metal tab that you pull back.  Of course the tab breaks off in your hands. Frantically you look for a can opener and of course you can't find one.  So you stare at the knives in the drawer, thinking to yourself "I think I can pry it open."  2 Band-Aids later you decide to grab the peanut butter out of the cupboard instead.

If I never break off that metal thingie on a can again, I would be a happy man!

4) Little Holes in Between the Legs of your Jeans

You know the ones, those two frayed holes that seemingly appear out of nowhere in between the legs of your jeans.  It's like there was no warning.  You go to grab your favourite, comfy pair of jeans and then WTF, there are two holes soak dab in the middle of your crotch.

Then there is the internal conversation:

"I think I can still wear them."

"What if the holes get bigger and then my thing hangs out the side" 

"Maybe if I don't sit with my legs open, nobody will notice." 

Tip - I found these on Amazon.ca https://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B07M5N2GDH/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_asin_title_o03_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1

Patches that you just iron on and voila!  You can keep wearing those jeans...at least for a little while longer.  

If I never get those holes in my jeans ever again, I would be a happy man!  

3) Getting the Smaller Pizza Slice

Again, this one might seem trivial, but doesn't it bug you when you go to a pizza shop to get a slice of pizza and either intentionally or unintentionally they give you the smallest slice of the bunch?  I mean what gives?

Why should you be paying the same amount of money for a small slice of pizza when the next guy behind you gets the bigger slice for the same price?  Then there is that moment, when they plop the slice onto that paper plate and you think to yourself, should I have gotten 2 slices?  Or should I say something to the person dishing out the slices?

If I never get the smaller slice ever again, for the rest of my life, I would be a happy man!

2) People who do not Park Correctly

For the next item on my list that absolutely drives me (men) nuts, people who do not park correctly.  To be more specific, people who do not park in between the lines, symmetrically.  Basically the jerk parked too much to one side or another and too close to one of the lines.  Now here I come, stopped at the parking spot assessing whether I can slip may car in the spot next to the incorrect-parker.  Sure my small car can fit, but when that jabroni opens his door, is the side of my car going to get dinged? 

In the end and most of the time, I usually decide against squishing my car in that parking spot, instead opting for one that is probably a whole lot further away from the place I am trying to get to.  

There are no points for effort here.  If you step out of your car and see that your tires are on the freaking lines, get back in and try again!  If I don't see another incorrect parker for the rest of my life,  I would be a happy man.  

1) Accidentally Putting my Shirt on Backwards

So it't the morning, maybe I'm in a rush.  I go to grab my shirt and take it off the hanger.  Despite all of my shirt-putting-on experience, when I go to pull it over me head I realize that I have put it on backwards!

I quickly, angrily, throw it off my body and whip is around 180 degrees until it is now facing the right way.  I'm pissed and maybe a little embarrassed about what I've done.

Sure it only takes me all of 2 seconds to rectify this simple mistake, but in my mind, I have done something atrocious.  Yes I have wasted my valuable time, but more importantly, I hate the feel of that backwards shirt.  It is so unnatural and so wrong.

If I never again put on a backwards shirt, I would be a happy man!.

What This Blog is all about

The purpose of this blog is quite simple.  For 365 days straight I will blog about things that drive me nuts - but really shouldn't.  These are the little things that on the surface should mean nothing.  Those things that really shouldn't bother me, but for some reason or another they do.  I should be able to instantly shake off these tiny little things, but instead I often blow them out of proportion.  

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