You know whats Not on Roids, the collective patience of every single driver currently trapped in the concrete labyrinth we call Houston. Welcome to 2024, a year that promised fresh starts but instead delivered a brand new batch of Houstonian pet peeves. Because apparently, we didnt have enough to complain about in 2023, we’ve decided to kick off the new year by obsessing over the smaller annoyances and minor frustrations that make living in the Bayou City feel like a sociological experiment in rage.
Let’s be honest: you cannot tackle the major challenges of life if you are mentally defeated by a driver who doesnt understand how a turn signal works. That is the philosophy behind the first round of 2024 pet peeves discussed by Craig Cohen, Lisa Gray of the Houston Chronicle, and Craig Hlavaty of the Scurfield Group. They’ve realized that while we might not be able to fix the global economy, we can certainly spend our first Monday of the month sweating the small stuff.
And the grievances didnt stop when the calendar flipped. We are still lugging around a suitcase of peeves that have been accumulating since early December, proving that Houstonians are world-class hoarders of resentment. We dont just let things go; we archive them for future discussions.
But the real cherry on top of this chaotic sundae? Super Bowl Sunday. While the rest of the world is worrying about halftime shows and betting odds, the local Houstonian is bracing for the specific, localized hell of game-day traffic. It is a predictable, recurring nightmare that we endure with a mixture of dread and stubbornness.
So here we are, navigating a city where the roads are a suggestion and the drivers are an enigma. We call these pet peeves to make them sound cute, like a little Chihuahua yapping at a mailman, but in reality, it’s a full-scale atmospheric storm of irritation. Happy New Year, Houston. Now please, for the love of all that is holy, stay in your lane.
