Things That Drive Me Crazy- #8 – #11

So you thought the things that drive my brother crazy were only limited to 6 entries? Think again! He’s added number 8 through 11. (I have a feeling this might be an ongoing “blog within a blog”). Brother of Lunchboxx….you have the floor.
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8. – It drives me crazy when I go somewhere that is offering donuts and coffee and the doughnuts are cut in halves. Never in my life have I ever eaten .5 of a doughnut. Nor have I picked up 2 donuts and eaten one and gotten to the second and said, “Boy, I wish this doughnut was cut in half.” Serving cut doughnuts is criminal and breaks the heart of every pastry chef.
9. – I receive about 100 valid, real emails a day between my work and personal account. It drives me crazy when someone makes a statement and puts a question mark at the end of it… where it doesn’t belong? I then have no clue as to what they mean? Are they asking me or are they unsure or do they simply have no clue as to how use the “?” (Which I was taught in 1st grade) I wish
10. – “Hi! My Name is Mr. Smith.” (extend hand for handshake). Normally, in our society, we introduce ourselves with a healthy hand shake. And normally, this is a nice greeting gesture. However, it drives me crazy when someone has to prove to you that they are a strong individual by squeezing the crap out of your hand. It is bad enough that I do not have MEGA hands, capable of cracking walnut shells, but it is worse when someone has to show you that THEY can. Add the carpal tunnel syndrome I enjoy from time to time, and it is such a wonderful, warm, “glad I now know you” experience. A great friend, who has rheumatoid arthritis, taught me a trick to thwart such mega-man culprits: Simply extend your index finger when grasping the other persons hand and they will have a difficult time putting the squeeze on.
11. – Based on #10 above, from time to time, someone misunderstands my extended index finger hand shake. It drives me crazy when someone tries to convert my handshake into an attempt to partake in a special secret handshake of a secret society. This white-boy from the sticks of Ohio, who can’t dance or rap or do anything ‘cool’, has no ability or knowledge on how to convert a handshake into some modified version of thumb wrestling. Please don’t try… I am just not that cool.
~Lunchboxx’s Brother