On a serious note of what grinds my gears (though my last point actually does deep inside), this fucking guy in the building across the street is starting to piss me off royally. I think he's fucking stalking me. I swear, this guy always seems to pop out of nowhere.
It all started one day when I went to the grocery store. I was walking back home and this guy stopped me to comment on how much he liked my hair. I shot out a quick "thanks" and continued on my way. A week later, this guy shows up at the grocery store with his kid and says hi and asks for my name and gives me his. Whatever, I don't care what your name is, go away. Then, I fucking see him at the CNE and today, he fucking shows up as I am walking my dogs and he asks me "which way are you going?" and I reply "this way" and he conveniently says "I'm going that way, too" so he starts rambling on about his kid and how he is fighting for custody, blah blah blah. I just don't fucking care. I just got home from a busy day at work and I just want to take my dogs to the small park so they can shit and I can get home, have my dinner and relax.
Anyways, he just comes right out and says "hey, if you ever want to come and smoke some pot or whatever, no problem at all. I have a few people coming over." Jesus, I don't even smoke. GO AWAY. He also asks me what I do for a living and what time I work. I never told him where I work because I'm not Blue. Then, he says "I wish I had a pen so I could give you my number and you could give me yours."
Fuck sakes, I just walked away. People can be so fucking bold.