People who drive in the middle of two lanes.
People who don’t own their faults.
People who write one book, spend three years revising it and getting rejections, and then say sadly, “I don’t think I can start over.” Guess what? This business is about writing books, most likely many of them, unless you’re Harper Lee (and you’re probably not), and if you don’t want to write another book, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? Sure, nobody likes to fail, but the business could use less whiners and more workers.
People who don’t apologize when it’s due.
People who talk on the cell phone while driving.
People who think the world owes them something.
Dogs who eat my lunch and think it’s cool. (I’m really talking about one dog in particular here. Bitch.)
People who want “tips” that substitute for hard work.
People who fondle me when we meet because they think they know me from reading my books.
People who Follow / Unfollow me repeatedly on Twitter to get my attention. (I’ve set those notices to go straight into my trash now. You’re not even hitting my inbox, people. So stop it. Either you’re interested in what I have to say or you’re not.) Let me be clear: these follow / unfollows would take place in the space of an hour or two, most times when I wasn’t even twittering.
People who spam their links all over my Facebook page, send me 12 messages, randomly IM me, and cover my wall with ribbons and hugs and toy poodles. Please stop. Seriously. Here’s a clue: if I didn’t answer your private message the first 11 times you said, “Hi!”, once in Arabic (I think you said hi that time but I am not sure since I don’t SPEAK Arabic), I probably am not going to answer #12 either.
Mole sauce. That shit is rank. Enough said.
Hey, that was surprisingly fun. Feel free to vent in comments.