Things People Do That Annoy Me

People are annoying. I am easily annoyed. But if people were not annoying, and I, not easily annoyed, I'd have no need for a blog.

Today I'd like to focus on one of my newest annoyances, something that I never thought I'd have to get annoyed about: random older women butting in on the finances of a couple.
Seriously? You ask.
Seriously. I say.

I never noticed the problem until a few weeks ago, when Robbo and I were at a Pirates game, (Yes, they lost, right. I haven't seen them win a game since Three Rivers Stadium. Shut up.) and it was hot, and we were thirsty, and we both might have a drinking problem anyway. So when the Iron City vendor came by, I waved him down and bought two from him. I opened my wallet to pull out the $87, my left kidney and my firstborn child that two beers at PNC Park will cost you, when the woman next to me whispered (loudly, obviously) to her husband, "Is SHE paying?!?"
I honestly couldn't believe it.
1) It's 2006. I'm not a homemaker. I went to college. I have a job. The sheer fact that I have boobs does not prevent me from making enough money to pay my rent, bills and buy beer. Shock and awe!
2) It's 2006. I don't rely on my boyfriend to pay for me because I am not subordinate to him.
3) Robbo is by no means a deadbeat. He has a job. He also makes enough money to pay rent, bills and buy beer. It was just my round to buy the beers. Gender equality is a perplexing concept, eh??
4) You'd think someone so concerned with etiquette wouldn't dare comment on something like that in public.
5) You're fat, lady.

I resisted the urge (as difficult as it was) to ask the woman why she'd dressed her son in a skirt. I did NOT, however, resist the urge to loudly ask Robbo why the woman had dressed her son in a skirt. He pointed out that the child's gender was actually female, we had a good laugh at everyone else's expense, and drank our deliciously overpriced beers, paid for by the law firm at which I am gainfully employed.

Eat that, lady.