Thank-you for the challenge...

I popped over to visit Blog Portion tonight after a particularly frustrating early evening of rain, slippery shoes, last minute Valentine's shopping and sticky dry cleaning bags and what did I find?  One hell of a good list of things that get up Drewzel's goat.

Which got me the thinking.  It's been a while since I tagged myself a meme and I really, really, really like to whinge so...here goes.  

25 things that get (up) my goat*

1. People who spell-check my name.  No, it isn't wrong on my birth certificate, my phone bill or any of my e-mail addresses.  I signed off "Sara" not "Sarah".  Please don't correct me.
2. School kids occupying seats whilst adults are standing on the bus.  This is for many, many, many reasons.  But mostly because they (the spoilt, rude brats) suck.
3. Men who sit with their legs 1.34m apart on the bus so that you are left to precariously balance on one ass cheek as the bus lurches and hops through peak hour.  I know - I don't know how awful it is to carry around all that junk - but my boyfriend seems to be able to keep his legs together politely so why can't you?
4. 75 pages of ads in the front of Harpers Bazaar (or any glossy, overpriced, aspirational tome) before I even get to the contents page. 
5. SLOW WALKERS IN THE CITY DURING PEAK HOUR.  I even joined a Facebook cause about this.
6. Facebook.  WTF?
7. Office workers wearing workwear with thongs (aka flip-flops, jandals).  Ugh, ugh, ugh.  I know you've got a pair of impractical heels in your desk drawer but...ugh.  It's like the mullet of Monday to Friday dressing - business up the top, BBQ on the bottom.
8. Humidity.  Ick.
9. The fact that my travel agent will not give up trying to sell me the no-excess travel insurance even after I signed an application for the travel insurance with the excess (which I saw as a positive "nothing bad will happen", today I am not a cynic for once, breakthrough).
10. Bleach blonde hair.  Never been there so I guess I don't know what I'm missing.
11. Whiteboard marker residue.
12. Drivers who cut people off in the braking zone (you know, as you are coming up to a set of traffic lights or a stop sign).  Actually this should be most drivers, full stop.
13. People who walk straight across a pedestrian (zebra) crossing without pausing to check if there are cars on the ROAD they are walking across.
14. Every busker on Post Office Square in Brisbane, especially the saxaphone man.
15. Bruce Paige, newsreader, Packer Network, Brisbane.  That should actually read: Bruce Paige, patronising old moon-faced fart.
16. Rage Against The Machine fans for ruining the Big Day Out.  I should really say I'm pissed at the promoters for booking RATM but they have been good to me in the past and I do kind of believe in karma.
17. People who try to pick me up at bars.
18. The cost of dry cleaning.  I mean, I go to the cheapest place in Brisbane and it still costs me a bomb (like $75 per month).  Plus I have to put up with the "Pleats! Pleats!  Eight dollar more!  Pleats!" crap.  And they aren't pleats Mrs Seamstress of the Year, they're darts.  Or something like that.
19. Smokers outside opening bus doors.  Way. To. Go.  Some Eau du Tabac to go with my Dior Addict.
20. Buses.  Sometimes a complete absence of buses (particularly when that sometimes is between 7:35am and 8:17am and the absence is on one of the busiest arterial roads in a city of over a million people on a Monday).
21. Both how quickly and how slowly my next holiday is coming (29 full days, 17 work days).
22. The fact that I find the internet more appealing than the pile of ironing I have been accruing since 2 January.
23. The casting of Romola Garai in Atonement.  Don't/didn't like her at all.
24. That Frankie magazine isn't a monthly publication.
25. The cost of postage - and it's going up again.

*Disclaimer - only current on Wednesday 13 February 2008.  Subject to change like the wind, Liberal party leaders in Queensland and interest rates.  Mostly influenced by the Brisbane City Council bus services (ha!) 411, 415, 416, 417, 433 and 445.