I hate it when, out in public, parents pretend that the evil, screaming, running-amok little specimens of womb-fruit are NOT theirs. Or if they just don't care.
In cases like those I believe that it should be the right, nay, the DUTY
of any parent within earshot to assume the parental role of Opening A Can of Whupass on the kids in question.
What else... let's see.... Oh yeah, I hate it when DBF doesn't tune in to what I'm saying
until I'm halfway through it, and then says "what was that about two girls kissing? Wait, what?
The which of the what?" And I have to repeat the whole thing again.
Now, though, I've learned.
When I need him to listen to me, I'll say, "Stephen, look at me,
OK, with me? Focus. Now then, " and then I say what I need to say.
Oh, one thing that I really have come to hate is that some men think that if a woman is nearly 40 and single, that she should be glad of ANY attention they pay her, no matter how cro-magnum-era they are in their wooing.
"Hey, come on, you gotta be with SOMEONE. Who else you gonna get at your age?"