First and foremost, -- those individuals who pee on the toilet seat of the handicapped stall. Come on, now, people! Does it not make sense that if any stall should be kept clean, it should be the handicapped stall? If you MUST pee on the seat, could you not at least clean it off properly so that if a handicapped person comes along who cannot do that for themselves, it will be clean? I so often want to put a sign: If you must pee on seats, wait till another stall is open before you do it!
The next pet peeve I feel compelled to ventilate about is sanctimonious emails. Who writes these things? I think, like people who must pee on toilet seats of the handicapped, there must be a special place in Heaven for those who feel they must tell you how wonderful they are. Like the "McDonald's story", for instance where the lady smells the body odor of two homeless men and goes and feeds them. - it's not that it's not a beautiful story. But aren't we called to not let the right hand know what the left hand is doing? Or the one about the guy who bought shoes for the little boy to give his mother. It's nice to know that someone does these things. I just feel vaguely uncomfortable with the idea that Jane Doe is telling you that SHE is the wonderful person that did it. It's different if the story is told in third person. "I saw young Mike from across the street do something SO nice I have to tell you about it." However, these stories are inevitably told in the first person. For every email of this sort that I have received, I know so many more truly good people that do these sort of things on a daily basis. The problem is, that I know that they do it for the reason that they are called to minister to this person, to set things right for whatever time possible. But, they don't tell the tale -- they just DO it. I can't think that any of them would be wasting their time telling the world how great they are. They would do things such as the emails describe, but by the time the story is told, they have long been on to the next person in need. Or am I the only one that this bothers? Am I hard hearted that none of these stories bring the requisite tears to my eyes?
OK, I feel better now. Thanks for letting me ventilate. Have a great day now, ya hear??
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