**The shower. Where I think about past grudges, perceived slights, and conduct imaginary discussions in my head to things I should have said during arguments and what I’ll say next time they come up (which, alas, they rarely do).
**I’m at a sweet spot in my life, where our kids are grown and (mostly) flown, we have no grandkids, and most of our friends are in the same boat. We can go out to eat on a whim instead of attending sports or activities. Those days were a blast, but busy. Now, meals are taken slower. TV shows can be enjoyed distraction-free. It’s an easy, delicious time…
**It’s annoying when people start slurping before they take sip of coffee or soup. Does it help the liquid get in faster or easier? I tested it out. It does not.
**Quit telling me about the traffic irritations around you while you’re driving and talking to me. I’m not there. This guy just cut me off! This huge semi almost blew me off the road! A cop just went by on his sirens. Unless it involves you personally, I don’t care.
**Why are denizens from the city always hard on suburbanites patronizing their food and drink establishments?
They may not want to hear this, but many of us from the boring and banal suburbs actually go to the cities and spend money. Moolah.
It also doesn’t mean we never ate there or drank there or shopped there years or possibly decades before the whiners were even born. Must we as Americans care so much about where someone is from? It’s usually these urbanites who preach about acceptance of all kinds. And that’s great. Just realize that zip codes shouldn’t be exempt.
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