1. That little ant (bug? tick? insect?) that Josh calls an avatar. I've tried to kill it three times.
2. Those who correct, or just complain about, others' incorrect grammar. I have issues with commas, I know. Makes it scary to post anything.
4. When I make a phone call that is answered by a recording that begins with a long list of #s to choose from, that correspond to the alternatives they offer, none of which ever meet my needs. Afraid they will hang up on me, because they have so many times before, I pick one only to be greeted by another long list of #s I can press, etc., etc., etc. Of course, my very favorites are the ones that say, "Tell me . . . Say something like . . . " I have never, not even once, been understood. It must be my California coast accent. These calls always end with a happy, pleasant voice saying, "Good-bye." The voice is NOT mine.