Bill over here at Bourke Accounting says that I complain too much. My ma says that I complain too much. When I talk about them saying that I complain too much, my friends say that I complain too much. I don’t agree with them (so they’re wrong). I don’t complain at all; I merely “express dissatisfaction or annoyance” ( most of the time. And that’s not complaining.

However, since I’m being painted as a whiner anyway, I am going to share three things that have been getting on my nerves recently. If you look deep within yourself (or maybe not even that deep), I believe you will agree with me:

1) People wearing pajamas in public. I don’t mean the bathrobe mailbox checkers. I mean people who get into the car, drive for 15 minutes and then spend 30 minutes shopping, all while sporting a Cookie Monster onesie. It’s especially special when you can see, by the numerous and poorly mopped up SpaghettiOs stains, how they truly love canned pasta. Obviously, public pajamas are just another indication of a decaying world. Throwing on a shirt and jeans takes less than 60 seconds, but the lives of these pajama people are clearly too action-packed to waste even a minute. Honestly, I think this practice is evidence of an increasingly careless society. It shows, perhaps, a lazy lack of respect for one’s self and others. I’m not saying we should spend 4 hours getting ready to go to the store, but we should at least wear pants that don’t have butt flaps when wandering around Kroger’s.

2) Ill-behaved children. I once watched a kid, while screaming incessantly, deliberately knock bottles of olive oil off of a store shelf. The parent crouched down, said something like, “Hey, Champ, if you don’t break anything else, I’ll buy you a Happy Meal.” And, off they went (I wonder if the parent informed workers about the slippery mess). Some parents want to be friends with their children and I don’t think this is a good idea. Obviously, when the child reaches adulthood, the parent/child relationship changes to something closer to a peer relationship, but that shouldn’t happen when the kid is 5. If little Johnny won’t stop peeing on the dog, stronger direction is clearly needed. Also, when a parent allows a child to treat her/him as an equal, the child will think it’s all right to treat every adult as an equal. If a child has ever told you to “shut your stupid mouth, stupidhead,” you know the exquisite, and admittedly irrational, rage this inspires. Child psychologists suggest that the dawn of the “helicopter” parent has created a generation of children that “never learn to manage their own behavior” (, as mom and dad are constantly doing it for them. In addition, I think social media is giving children an over-inflated sense of worth and entitlement. When a child gets 20 “likes” with practically no effort, that child will believe that every single little thing they do is worthy of instant adoration – and have a tantrum if they don’t receive it.

3) People who have entire conversations using speakerphone in confined spaces. I don’t want to know who Pauly cheated with and I certainly don’t care what you’re going to do when you run into the little homewrecker. I could go on about this particular pet peeve for years….

These things annoy me. What annoys me more, though, is when a stranger tries to “fix” someone’s annoying behavior in public. As humans, we must face the fact that we are the most irritating animals on Earth and give each other a little slack. Since we’re stuck here anyway, running around like maniacs, everything will go much smoother if we quietly forgive and move along to the next aisle.

Bourke Accounting bookkeepers and tax preparers won’t look at you funny if you wear your electric blue onesie to your appointment (and I’ll stay quiet). Since Bourke Accounting experts are professionals, they have a very high annoyance tolerance. The only things your Bourke Accounting specialist care about is delivering the best and most accurate service and keeping you happy always.

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Written by Sue H.