Humor
Thing that Irritate a Sane
Person
Journey of Hearts 
A Healing Place in CyberSpaceTM
Things that Irritate
a Sane Person
Author Unknown, but very wise
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.
Last updated November 14, 1998
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