These are DD1's pants ...they must have dropped out of the pile of washing I was carrying on Sunday...they have sat in the middle of her bedroom floor ever since...I keep meaning to pick them up and forget...they have been a minor source of irritation..
I have just hung out a load of lights - it looked like a really good drying day so put in a load of darks ...
As soon as I did it started looking like it is going to rain ...again 
Go upstairs and notice the pants are still there...but it is ok - my washing machine has a feature were you can stop it and add stuff in - you press the button and it says 'yes', stops and releases the door lock.
Grab the pants - I'll deal with it straight away this time - go to put them in the machine ....press the button
and it said 'no' and is refusing to let me put them in ...it has never said no to me before ....I didn't even know it could ...
I found myself ranting at the machine - no? no? how can you say no?
So AIBU to get the rage? To feel like shredding the pants with a pair of scissors and throwing them in the bin? Or maybe set fire to them out in the garden?
(I would smash up the machine but that seems like a slight overreaction
)
I do have several bigger annoyances at the moment ...I think maybe I am transferring my frustration to the pants...