A. "Dull women have immaculate houses." Or so I keep telling myself.
A. People who are underdressed and/or inappropriately dressed. Yes, I'm talking about you, dude who showed up for his job interview in a HOODIE (and not even a nice hoodie--it was all frayed and faded). And you, soccer mom who lets your kids wear their soccer uniforms to Sunday morning mass. I get it. You have a game right after church. Change in the car. Jesus may not care what you look like, but I do.
A. My complete and total klutziness. I'm always tripping, spilling various food/drink items, and dropping stuff.
A. Singing. I've always, always wished I could be even a mediocre singer. The sound of nails on a chalkboard is preferable to my singing voice. It's THAT bad.
A. I don't mind being bossed around.