Yield the bus seat to a lady, whom I consider old enough to need a seat and accuse me because, according to her, I’m calling her an old person.
That the pigeons (rats of the air) pooped black shit in white garment and white in black clothing.
I’m not very fond of the umbrella so I just take it out when I see the day with an absolute probability of rain. What annoys me is taken the whole day my umbrella when there is no rain.
Having to fake a leg injury to keep my pride intact when I’m jogging because an elderly man is passing me.
Trying on clothes in a store and see that fits me perfectly, and then get home, try it in front of the mirror and see how, actually, does not fits me.