Pet Peeved

Someone asked me what my pet peeves are yesterday, and I couldn’t come up with that perfect spur of the moment answer. After thinking I told her that it was flakey people. You know the one that makes plans and breaks them, and forgets to tell you until after you have a babysitter in the living room, your hair fixed, and all your other friends already planned other things, all so they could hang out with their boyfriend that they live with and see every day instead. That is indeed a pet peeve of mine. However it wasn’t until I encountered a much bigger one that I found my perfect answer. Let me take you on my aggravating encounter:


*Name has been altered to protect to ignorant*

Becca and I enter room. Up approaches Hyle Kamilton.

“Hey you are Becca right, Greg’s wife?” Hyle says

“Yes, Greg is coming inside” Becca

“I’m Hyle” He says mid hand shake with me.

“Yes I know Kyle Hyle, I’m Ben’s wife I have met you like 15 times” I grit my teeth while saying this.

“Yeah I know” Hyle replies

This situation gets so old. Hyle is not a serial offender of this, but there are about 3 people that I know from various avenues that I have introduced my self to so many times, I just want to lie about my name to them to see if I would get a reaction. I can understand if it has been years and you can’t remember a name. There are inevitably people that you can’t place where you know them from. But come on people after a while this is RUDE. At least acknowledge we have met once, twice or twenty times before. Here is the nice thing about people, you don’t have to remember their name to talk/acknowledge them. If you listen and pick up on context clues you can usually figure it out.

On a related note here is an odd tidbit of Stacee trivia. I myself am really good with names, but unlike the rest of the world really bad with faces. I could be in a room with someone not have a clue who they are until I hear their name. For example there was a guy singing karaoke last night. He perhaps looked familiar, but was not quite sure who he was. Someone said his name and I could have told you ten facts about him. Another time I was at the mall and saw one of my really good friends (she was a maid of honor in my wedding), and called out “Leigh Ann is that you”. I had just come from getting my eyes dilated, but she never let me live that down. I watched a show on how some people can’t remember faces… called facial blindness I think… and I could relate to some of what they said.

One more pet peeve… the word pet peeve is really peeving me right now.


BTW I hope your peeve is not run on sentences because my blog is full of them, Oh and poor punctuation too? (JK)

- Cheerfully Yours Stacee