Quibbles: Part One

I was going to call this series "minor annoyances" but the word "annoyances" seemed a bit too much.  I wish Freud could weigh in on this one.   Are annoyances the on-ramp to anger?  On the Baker Scale where do annoyances fit?  Some variation of aggravation, bedevilment, bothering,  disturbance, harassment , pestering, teasing, vexation?

 Well, quibble seemed innocent enough.  A "minor objection" says Webster. 

 Quibble #1.

 The bandana.  I don't know when the bandana made me feel queasy,  but I think it started with Leif Garrett -- ex pop star and rehab poster child. I don't know if he's covering a bald patch or likes Jack Sparrow look, but please get rid of that thing. 

A bandana on your head is bad enough.  But a bandana around the neck?  I call this the Robert Wagner. Can you spell CAD?  Nothing says I have a massive trust fund and I don't care if I look like Richard Simmons, like the neck bandana. 

The cowboy exception rule.  If you're a real cowboy and you've got a vats of sweat pouring off your neck, then the bandana is okay.  Even John Wayne sported one of these. But if you're an Urban Cowboy, forget it.

 Now we've taken the bandana to a whole new low. We've foisted the bandana on man's best friend?   What's next, the Carmen Miranda hat?

This dog seems to be wearing the world's worst designed bandana -- it looks like a table cloth from the 50's.   This poor pooch's reputation is finished. Even, lap dogs are giving him a hard time.  The thing about the bandana is you actually have look for one.  This isn't a casual 7-11 impulse buy, this is let's drive 100 miles to Cowboy Vic's Bandana and DoRag Shoppe and look at what they've got.

Bone Appetite.