Doesn't it bug you when . . .

We're fed up, we've had enough and we don't want to take it anymore. But we don't know what to do about it either . . . except complain. Time for another installment of The Acorn's "Doesn't it bug you when . . ."

it's 30 degrees outside and your child still refuses to wear a jacket?

you have to run your bathroom shower forever before it finally spits out hot water?

the shirt you're wearing has one of those little scratchy things in the collar that constantly pokes you in the neck?

the second story of your home feels like it's 20 degrees warmer than the first?

Doesn't it bug you when . . .

 you've backed almost all the way out of your parking space and you get cut off by a driver who's too impatient to let you proceed?

an aggressive freeway driver uses the lane on the right to slip by the traffic in front of them?

the same driver is talking on a cellphone and holding a cigarette in the other hand?

the guy in the car behind you zooms ahead in a hurry, and hardly gains a minute for his trouble?

Doesn't it bug you when . . .

 you answer the phone and the person at the other end demands to know, "Who's this?" You want to say, "Who's this?" 

the bank teller or grocery store clerk puts out the "closed" sign just as it's your turn in line?

you clean out the vacuum cleaner and find enough of your own hair to practically make a wig?

the cubes from your refrigerator's ice dispenser land everywhere but in your glass?

And finally, doesn't it bug you when you ask how much a used car costs and the salesman says, "How much are you looking to spend?"

If you feel like venting about life's little unpleasantries, please e-mail your venomous contribution to newstip@theacorn.com. It bugs us when your name, phone number and hometown aren't included.