Before becoming a parent myself I felt the same way about children in public, even in places where their behavior was appropriate. After becoming a parent, a kid can be throwing a loud tantrum at the next table, and so long as the kid isn't mine, I couldn't care less. When other people's kids are running around rudely or inappropriately (as in a museum, etc) I get angry with their parents/caregivers rather than with the kids themselves. It's sort of like the adage, "There are no bad dogs, only bad dog owners."Aw man, I love cooked carrots. Wife hates them, so.....
What I can't stand is a crying/whining child that is running around a store but the mom never sees or hears it. Everyone else can, of course.
And bad crappy modern pop music of almost any sort. They pipe it in at my job. The wife says I can tell you never had kids because you can't tune it out. (See my above comment on the crying/whining kids above?) I didn't have any Jr. Teledrivers, but Mrs. Teledriver has 3, plus 10 grandkids (!!!). THEREFORE, I have 10 grandkids...there is no justice. Some joy, but no justice.
However when I started cooking for myself and cooked them until just beyond crisp and put flavorings on them or mixed them in other dishes, suddenly all was well. (Except for eggplant.)
The problem I had with cooked vegetables as a kid is that the style in the 70s was to boil them until they were tasteless and serve them on their own. My mother was a very good cook except flavoring beyond some salt and pepper was not Minnesotan. (I have a recipe of hers that calls for 1/8 teaspoon garlic powder!) I didn't like cooked carrots, broccoli, cauliflower, spinach ("seaweed"). However when I started cooking for myself and cooked them until just beyond crisp and put flavorings on them or mixed them in other dishes, suddenly all was well. (Except for eggplant.)
... Three guitars walk into a bar,
A pink paisley Tele, and two others,
They belly up to the bar and the tele says to the bartender...Hi my name is Brad, and I'm gay,
The other two guitars, respond to the bartender, we're Frank and John, and we're STRAT!!!