IJMC - Irritating Sane People

Ok, so that's kinda twisting what tonight's post is about...but hey, it's 
all in the nature of good fun...mine, that is. :) Well, as you can see, 
the IJMC is back. I'm moved - technically. I'm not unpacked, just moved. 
My computer is sitting on the floor while I sit here on the floor and 
type. It works...but I gotta get a new desk. Anyone in the "State of 
Atlanta" have a spare desk? Or wanna buy me one? <grin> Ahh well, I'm 
off. To everyone I owe email...it'll get there, but I'm gonna be really 
behind with everything but the IJMC for a few weeks...              -dave



THINGS THAT IRRITATE A SANE PERSON

You have to try on a pair of sunglasses with that stupid little plastic
thing in the middle of them.

The person behind you in the supermarket runs his cart into the back of
your ankle.

The elevator stops on every floor and nobody gets on.

There's always a car riding your tail when you're slowing down to find
an address.

You open a can of soup and the lid falls in.

It's bad enough that you step in dog poop, but you don't realize it till
you walk across your living room rug.

The tiny red string on the Band-Aid wrapper never works for you.

There's a dog in the neighborhood that barks at EVERYTHING.

You can never put anything back in a box the way it came.

Three hours and three meetings after lunch you look in the mirror and
discover a piece of parsley stuck to your front tooth.

You drink from a soda can into which someone has extinguished a
cigarette.

You slice your tongue licking an envelope.

Your tire gauge lets out half the air while you're trying to get a
reading.

A station comes in brilliantly when you're standing near the radio but
buzzes, drifts and spits every time you move away.

There are always one or two ice cubes that won't pop out of the tray.

You wash a garment with a tissue in the pocket and your entire laundry
comes out covered with lint.

The car behind you blasts its horn because you let a pedestrian finish
crossing.

A piece of foil candy wrapper makes electrical contact with your
filling.

You set the alarm on your digital clock for 7pm instead of 7am.

The radio station doesn't tell you who sang that song.

You rub on hand cream and can't turn the bathroom doorknob to get out.

People behind you on a supermarket line dash ahead of you to a counter
just opening up.

Your glasses slide off your ears when you perspire.

You can't look up the correct spelling of a word in the dictionary
because you don't know how to spell it.

You have to inform five different sales people in the same store that
you're just browsing.

You had that pen in your hand only a second ago and now you can't find
it.

You reach under the table to pick something off the floor and smash your
head on the way up.