If it is raining in the good old Commonwealth of Virginia, you are required by law to run your headlights. Because, really? You are driving a gray car on an interstate with rain and mist. You are nearly invisible, dumbass.
People who don’t do their jobs.
People who enable people to not do their jobs.
People who wander grocery stores like they are the living dead. The brains are over in the deli section; get the hell out of my way.
Elected officials who cheat on their spouses and then blame someone else. Hey, dude, you stuck your wang where it didn’t belong and that was free will(y).
There is someone named Blanche at the national level. Holy cow, who knew there were still people named Blanche and they could be a senator? That’s good, old fashioned Southern cool.
The raining/no headlights thing is a huge pet peeve of mine as well.