Pet Peeve.

I promise I am not this big of a sour apple in real life. I promise. I have a very mild temperate.

I cannot stand it when anyone other than my father calls me “SON”.

Examples:

“Watch and learn how to bong this beer, son.”

“That is because you don’t know how to have fun, son.”

“C’mon son. That song is tight!”

This might drive me wild because it is normally attached to criticism. It might be because normally this comes out of the mouth of someone years younger than me. Either way it drives me insane.

You can continue to use this vernacular. You might even do it now to get a rise out of me.

Bear in mind you sound like a total MORON.

I leave you with this cute kitten photo to assure you I am not a total jerk.