dailyprompt-2133 | Fat Wallet Refugee

What irritates me to no end?

Name your top three pet peeves.

1. Bad or faulty products.

I will absolutely return any merchandise I purchase that doesn’t deliver on its promises.

Whether is distasteful yogurt or a deceptively labeled floor mat. Back it goes. I’ll not spend a dime on dysfunctional product.

2. Not signaling lane changes.

It’s not difficult to flip a lever or hit a switch. A flick of the fingers signals to the world and me in particular that your planning on cutting me off.

That’s fine. I’ll yield, as I am legally bound to do so. But, if you don’t signal, I promise I’ll glower at your car for miles.

Advertising on a paid service.

There shouldn’t be any ads on a subscription or paid service. That’s the whole reason we cut the cord in the first place. Now they’re bringing back advertising for paid services. It’s entirely infuriating.

When I realized I wouldn’t have to see anymore ads if I downloaded programs, I canceled my TV service.

Before streaming services came to be, we were downloading all our media, happily ad-free. Sure it was limited to certain types of content, but I was predominantly watching Japanese and Korean programs, and back then there were no streaming services for that content.

To be clear, I’m okay with watching an ad to access a free service. But not if I paid money upfront.

Descriptions that spoil the show.
Loud ads in between ASMR videos.
Getting up to refill my drink.

I will quite often skip the description for a new television program if it is more than a single paragraph. Too often have I encountered a description that explained the entirety of a show before I watched it.

I enjoy listening to ASMR videos on YouTube. Unfortunately, of late, there has been a spike in adverts that play both during and after such video content.

Videos I have watched in the past and know not to have ads, and say as much in their descriptions, now have very loud ads that play.

Frequently making coffee, drinking coffee, and then going for refills seems to fill my day. If only the cup were considerate to my wants.

I’d like a cup that would stroll over to the coffee pot and refill itself, add some cream and sugar, and finally present itself, heated to a pleasant degree, ready for my consumption.