Things I hate:
The sound trucks make that kids imitate when fat people back up.
Broken Elevators
Dog poop in stairwells
the Gaysians
Christmas Muzak in October
Navigating through a 4-story parking lot at least twice everyday. On a side note, did you know that the average parking space ends 4 feet before a Ford F150 does? And that the last 4-feet of the truck stick out into the lane. And that if you put the extra heavy-duty tow package and custom trailer hitch on the back of that F-150, you have a deadly chrome plated hook that forces me to cross the median and choose between risking a head on collision in a parking structure too low for an ambulance to ever enter, and gouging out the side of my little Civic from bumper to bumper.
My neighbor’s door slamming to the right.
And his neighbor, to the right’s door slamming. And her door, and the door below us, all in retaliation.
My personal alarm clock. El Jeffe, the leaf blowing garner.
Watching some fat girl with low-rise hip huggers, and a stick thin gay guy try to put pants on a mannequin at Intermix.
The peeping security guards who only look at me when I am changing. And they call themselves straight.
Incorrect water bills, and apartment managers who don’t listen long enough to understand the problem.
Happy Hour at McCormicks and Schmicks.
