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PET PEEVES--WHAT MAKES YOU CRAZY by Heather Weidner


I started making a list of pet peeves and it grew. Originally, I was brainstorming ideas for why someone would commit a murder or a crime, but it was cathartic to write them all down. Some are humorous, and others make me go, "Grrrr!" Here’s my list:

·         People who leave grocery carts in parking places instead of returning them to the corral 

·         People who leave two squares of toilet paper for the next person

·         People who leave an empty box or container on the pantry shelf

·         People who talk on the phone in a public restroom

·         People who see that the copier or printer is out of paper and walk away

·         Telemarketers, especially those who call me at work on my cell phone

·         Those little ribbons for hanging in women's shirts and sweaters

·         Tags in clothing

·         People who don't hold the elevator doors for others

·         Sales people who don't listen

·         The fact that there are fewer hot dog buns in a package than the number of hot dogs in a package

·         People who talk on the phone or text during a movie in the theatre

·         Blogs that require me to login before I can comment or share

·         Companies that bombard me with surveys - In most cases, I paid for the service; I don't need homework.

·         People who dump things they don't want at the grocery store on other aisles or at the checkout counter

·         People who are always preoccupied with their phones and don't talk to the people around them -- especially their children

·         Companies that use way too much packing material -- Thank goodness, I don't get those Styrofoam peanuts anymore. They used to stick to everything.

·         People who drip or spill and don't clean up their mess

·         People who talk during theatre performances or concerts

·         Dog-eared corners in books

Who knows, some of these may end up in a future book or story. What would you add to the list?

 

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About the Author: 


Heather Weidner writes the Delanie Fitzgerald mystery series set in Virginia, and her new cozy series with vintage trailers and tiny houses, the Jules Keene Glamping Mysteries, launches in October 2021.

Her short stories appear in the Virginia is for Mysteries series, 50 Shades of Cabernet, and Deadly Southern Charm, and her novellas appear in The Mutt Mysteries series.

She is a member of Sisters in Crime – Central Virginia, Sisters in Crime – Chessie, Guppies, International Thriller Writers, and James River Writers.

Originally from Virginia Beach, Heather has been a mystery fan since Scooby-Doo and Nancy Drew. She lives in Central Virginia with her husband and a pair of Jack Russell terriers.

Through the years, she has been a cop’s kid, technical writer, editor, college professor, software tester, and IT manager.

Website: http://www.heatherweidner.com

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/heather-weidner

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