Pet peeves are just that, small irritations that begin on top of the skin and then spiral down to the places of memory, making them difficult to avoid. These little tests of patience always snap up suddenly forcing the body, the mind, even the spirit, to either a) react in a blatant and dramatic way or b) swallow down and die a little inside.
She almost always circles 'b'
Note - small irritations have the distinct potential for becoming either "big deals" or "enormous, freaking problems" later on.
She considers the vehicle signal an essential component for the driving experience. When following a vehicle (typically either an obnoxious luxury SUV or a barely-street-legal hoopdie) which then attempts to merge into her lane and/or turn entirely without signalling first, her fist instinctively comes down on her horn. It further peeves her when the driver ahead merges and once in the turn lane, then turns on the signal as if she did not already suspect the driver's intentions at that point.
Rather than scream obscenities, she always stamps her foot, taps her horn, and swears unashamedly above the sound coming from her radio.
Oblivious drivers are the number one cause for fatal accidents - anger building with each cell phone, sleepy nod, or Heaven forbid, a driver-reader. No respect points assigned.
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