The 7 Minor Annoyances That Drive Houstonians Crazy
Traffic sucks. Public transportation is a joke. Heat plus humidity is stifling. Hurricanes threaten to wipe out life as we know it. When it floods, freeways turn into rivers. The lack of zoning and historic preservation ensure our cityscape (beyond downtown) remains a massive sprawl of strip malls (and strip clubs). Our most beloved landmark, the Astrodome, is likely going to be bulldozed. Ozone levels thanks to nearby chemical refineries will probably kill us sooner than we'd like. We're practically the capital of human trafficking. Don't even get us started on potholes and the endless freeway construction.
Photo by Adam Baker Like death from above.
These are real problems. This is not a story about those.
We could fill volumes with our complaints about the city we love despite its shortcomings, fixable and otherwise. We still live here. We still love it, against all odds.
But there are certain things that are frustrating as hell. They are the daily annoyances that take us to the brink and turn our normally polite demeanor into something more akin to a serial killer who forgot to take his meds. It's not famine or pestilence, but on a Monday, pre coffee, it might feel nearly as bad.
7. City birds.
Lots of cities deal with begging pigeons and doves. The droppings and stolen food while just trying to enjoy a lunch outside is certainly a pain. But, we dare any of them to deal with the myriad number of grackles that fill trees, cover power lines and swarm like a plague of locusts sent straight from hell. Whenever I hear that familiar cackle from a flock of raven-esque city pests, I feel as though I've just walked onto the set of a Hitchcock film, except this has fewer hot blondes and a lot more bird shit.