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My “Pet” pet peeve

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I have been thinking about this pet peeves column for a while. We all have them, and thought this would be a great way to share some. However, it was not until earlier this week that I realized what my biggest pet peeve was.

There are several of them. Some are stupid, such as getting annoyed every time the person in front of me at Subway has multiple subs to order. It’s perfectly alright and accepted to order subs for other family members or co-workers at lunchtime, but for some reason this just irritates me that I have to wait for someone who is not there.

There are the classic pet peeves that a lot of people share. For me, that would be drivers who go slower than the posted speed limit. If it says 55, go 55 for crying out loud! I know you’re trying to be safe and probably doing the right thing, but it still gets me worked up.

However, I have come to the realization of what my biggest pet peeve is. The one that not only gets me agitated, but actually ends up making me say or do something, and it happens every time.

Let’s go back to my senior year of high school. I was a member of the varsity basketball team. Sometimes I got into the game because we were up 15-20 points late and there was no way I could screw it up, along with times I was in the game because it could not get worse than the 20-plus points we were losing by.

This particular example happened during the latter, when we were down with no hope of coming back. The coach put me in the game, and I received an inbounds pass. I pivoted and found much to my shock that two defenders were tight on me as I was underneath their basket. I made a pass to get out of the trap, and then headed up the court, right past the opposing team’s bench.

Reach the writer at keith@denpubs.com

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