I have tons of pet peeves. I admit.
But the last one that really got to me was when the hubs and I went to a game with his brother and dad. I had to work that night, and by the time we got there the match had already started. We were already a little put down by this, but we found our seats pretty quickly and got started on the game.
That is, until this person behind us started screaming like a banshee (yup, HP reference). Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have minded. But by golly, I just needed someone to turn around and ask her, politely of course, to shut it. I never got to see her face, but she is the one wearing jeans, not pictured.
Now, before you go judging me, let me explain.
1. My pet peeve is when people comment word by word what we are all seeing, and when they keep calling the players by their names – like they are the coach or something.
We had to endure over an hour of: “Oh my God, I’m literally dying, Dying! Like, omg, just pass the puck. Yeah, Green, pass it to Ovechkin. Yeah, you got it! No, don’t pass it to Carson – did you see this? Omg I’m so embarrassed! Like, really. Literally omg I can never come back here! Omg, like literally I was just praying right now for him to score and he did!”
Ugh! So annoying. We get it, you know the names and the game. Now zip it. We know it too and we are not calling all the freaking plays.
I’m glad we could still enjoy it, and at least I had the pleasure of recounting the scene and the “Omg, like literally” girl a couple of times. Seriously though, if you’re with me, and watching a game at my house, don’t go screaming like a fan girl and calling all the shots. We are all watching it too, thank you very much. I will probably never invite you over again – that’s how bad my pet peeve is.