Annoyed At Popping Buttons
It annoys me when…
I’m getting ready to leave the house. One last look in the mirror reveals I need a final “tuck” on the left side of my shirt. Nothing major. But while tucking, “pop,” the button on the waistband of my pants flies across the room. I can’t find it. It’s gone wherever buttons and socks and spare keys go when they no longer wish to be of service. So I have to grab a pair of jeans and do a quick change. The only way this would have been worse is if it had happened AFTER I’d gotten to my destination.
