What I don't get are:
People that dress those damned geese (and their little dogs, too--
said in Wicked Witch of the West's voice) in seasonal/holiday clothes. 
Jerks who, while driving, will intentionally swerve to hit some poor critter on the road (or curb)
the French (apologies to any Cellarites that are French, you must be the very rare exceptions) My brother-in-law is French, and I count down the holidays for exactly the opposite reason of most other people--with dread--because *he* will be here.
