@the prince,
I hate it when you go to a certain restaurant for your favourite meal and they no longer serve it...
I hate it when there are six old ladies in front of you at the cashier and each one wants to pay for their purchase with the exact change (let's see, is that a dime or a nickel? How much was it again, dearie? Oh I know I have a penny in here somewhere)...
I hate it when you want to wear a particular blouse and realize there's a stain on it (how and when did THAT get there) so you're back to square one...
I hate it when someone puts an empty milk container back in the fridge...
I hate it when you're a passenger in a car and your driver has the radio on really loud but persists in talking to you... uh, I can't HEAR you!