People who walk slowly and impede me because I am unable to pass annoy me. Also most folks have poor proprioception.
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And my flatus is redolent of violets and primroses. So that won't work.
I don't enjoy escalators.
I'm ok with escalators. I don't like revolving doors. Have a strange fear of getting a shoe, particularly a sandal, caught under the door. Plus memories of a description of my brother narrowly missing running into a woman dressed for a very formal occasion while carrying his very muddy football uniform.
I don't like mice - especially when I don't have someone to take care of those caught in a trap for me. I toss the whole thing. Now I need to set out another trap tonight - and probably a couple of others.
Stupid mouse ignored the trap for 10 days in the kitchen. Moved it to the garage yesterday morning and found one in it this morning. I could have walked right past it when I got home from work around 10pm last night - I'm pretending that I didn't.
On an escalator, I fear the crop dusting.
Oh man. I commuted on the DC metro system for 7 years. There was nothing worse on the way into work on a sardine-packed metro than the moment someone cut one and the smell hit your face.
No one said anything but you could see the same look of quiet desperation in everyone’s eyes.
The first mouse I ever caught, I threw out the whole thing, too. I have dealt with them more and more living where I do (woods) and at my mom's house as well. I am much less squeamish in dealing with them. I won't go into details about this last less conventional way I dealt with Mighty Mouse who survived a trap across his neck for at least seven hours, but I will say it did not involve boxing gloves.