This classic column was originally published May 17, 2008.
Sometimes, when you’re in a bad mood, there’s nothing more satisfying than hating something or someone. I hate it when:
They say it’s going to rain and it doesn’t, or they say it isn’t going to and it does.
The bag breaks.
I forget where I parked the car and don’t remember which pocket I put the key in when I do.
There isn’t quite enough coffee left in the old can and we have to open a new can and mix the new with the old.
The melon I paid $5 for is inedible.
There’s nothing to watch on television, or there are two things on at the same time, both of which I’d like to watch.
Something costs $1.96 and I get four cents change for two dollars.
I can’t get the sticky window up. I can’t get the sticky window down.
My troubles pass in review in the middle of the night when I can’t get back to sleep.
The story I’m reading on page one in the Sunday paper is continued on page 34 in Section II and someone else has Section II.
I come out in the morning to get the newspaper in the driveway and find I left the garage light on all night.
They don’t pick up the garbage because it’s some holiday we don’t celebrate in our house.
The last person in the shower used the soap down to a thin sliver of its former self and didn’t put a new cake in the dish.
The waiter asks what we want for dinner while we’re still reading the menu, and because we don’t order instantly, he disappears for 10 minutes.