Dolman Sleeve Peeve
You know what’s my pet peeve?
The expression ‘Pet Peeve’.
How can a peeve be a pet? A pet is something darling, something cherished. Of course, I have known a few pets (not one of mine, of course) who were pretty obnoxious. Maybe those are the pets being peevers.
I am easy to please. I like just about everything.
But not quite.
Here are a few of my top Peeves.
1. Dolman Sleeve Peeve. I see the perfect red tee on the sale rack. Until I pick it up and there are bat-wings. Why would you want your upper arms to look big and loose? I am sufficient in that area already, thank you.
2. ITS – IT’S – ITS’ Peeve. Come on! Its’??? Really??? This is not hard. Can you change the sentence to “it is”? Then use “it’s”. Anything else is “its”. PERIOD.
3. Penne Peeve. So I have a conversation with the waitperson – “What do you think – is the penne a better choice than the scampi?” And the waitress tells me how she likes the penne and the vodka sauce is really good, and her mother always orders that. And on and on. And then fifteen minutes later she brings out the food and says, “Who had the penne?”
4, Miley Peeve. I’ve seen more of her tongue than my husband’s. Put it away already.
5. Parking Peeve. You know how sometimes you are waiting for a parking place and the person pulling out is insufferably slow? Well, I’m not peeved at the slow person pulling out. I’M the slow person pulling out. I’m peeved at YOU drumming your fingers on the steering wheel so impatiently disgusted.
I’m slow because you’re watching me. Stop making me nervous.