You're Having Issues with the Laundry

Don't you hate it when you forget a load of laundry in the washer so long that it becomes moldy?  Or, don't you hate it when you didn't notice a small thing dyed with bleeding color that got mixed up in your white load of clothing?  I prefer when clothing is clean, but I hate having to fold it and then find someplace to store it.  I really hate when I wait to long to put clean clothes away, and the stack gets knocked on the floor and trampled by dirty shoes.

Drinking

Dontcha hate it when you are wondering why you didn't put your initials on your soda in the fridge like you normally do, and you question your own memory, though it's usually way better than this?  And then, after you've told someone you are 99%  sure that is your drink, you are walking to your car, and the thing doesn't taste right, so you guzzle some more?  So then you look at the label searching for your initials, and that's when you notice the drink isn't even diet, and you're a diabetic?

Or dontcha hate  it when you are at a party, and you leave your drink with someone you trust to watch it while you go into the restroom.  When you return, you take a swig of the drink, and someone has used your drink like it was an ashtray.

Someone says, "Whatever."

For years, I have hated it when someone says, "Whatever." I never thought about it, or even realized it bothered me until my ex-father-in-law would say it to me. Why did this simple one-word-statement bother me so much? I think it's because it's an attempt to negate everything you've just said. It says to me, "I'm not open to what you've just said, and I won't listen to anything else you say. You're an idiot, and there's no educating you to my superior way of thinking. So I'm going to just say, 'Whatever,' and sit here smugly. He might as well say, "I give up talking to you. You aren't worth my breath or my time."