“Who used up all my Colgate?” asked my husband.
“I took it. Why, was it the last tube?” I replied, sensing trouble.
“I thought your preferred toothpaste was Pepsodent?” he countered.
By now, we had an audience in the form of my daughter. For a change, I was in trouble with Daddy and she was loving it.
“Yes…well, mine got over so I took yours. Here….you can take it back.” I said in a wounded voice. Voice modulation is something I excel at, being a singer and all.
“WHY CAN’T YOU BE BETTER ORGANISED? THIS REALLY GETS MY GOAT!!”, he screamed and stormed out.
“So, mom, silver jubilee this year huh?” my daughter asked, rubbing it in.
This was an instance of what gets my husband’s goat. Here’s a list of some that get mine!
Top of the list has got to be when I’m quizzed about the route I plan to take to reach a particular destination and then promptly given ‘better’ suggestions taking into account weather conditions, tailwind, rotational velocity of Mercury etc. My husband seems to think he’s a walking-talking Google map. Its frustrating.
Backseat driving? Who ? Me? What? No way.
Next on my list is when people cannot stay on one T.V channel for more than 20 seconds.
Some people have to be in (remote) control all the time and everywhere.
Selfie craze…
Finally, all those who have travelled by Metro know what I mean…
That’s a list of my pet peeves. What gets your goat?!
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