Since I was a young person, I always had some pets around. Most of these have been dogs, hunting dogs in particular. And I loved my pets.
In getting older, I discovered that having a pet dog around is a lot of work. More work than I care to do in light of my busy schedule. So I have exchanged these pet dogs for a few pet peeves.
One pet peeve of mine is when a waitress calls me “Sweetie.” I do not know, it just gets under my skin. Of course, it might be good for somebody to think of something sweet about me. I prefer, rather, it is somebody who knows something about me. What bothers me is the people who know me really do not call me “Sweetie.” There may be something to that.
Another pet peeve is when somebody is eating broccoli next to me in a restaurant. Eating broccoli in public is probably not against the law, but it should be.
And many pet peeves to go along with that.
Recently a situation developed that caused me quite a bit of a quandary. The gist of that quandary had to do with money, which is another pet peeve of mine.
When I was in high school, I had smashed my right big toe. At the time, the doctor had to remove the toenail and it took six months for my toenail to grow back. Well, it did not quite get back into shape. I have had trouble with that toe ever since.
Lately that toenail was giving me some difficulty. It was not growing in the right direction and it looked like it was rotting. I knew if I went to the doctor, it would cost me an arm and a leg. What good is a toe when you lost an arm and a leg? When checking it out it would have cost about $200 to see a doctor about this. Without insurance, all of this would have come out of my pocket.