I'm not sure that this really qualifies as "behavior," as I can think of only one instance.
But if I'm going to keep up with this theme of posts for a while, I probably ought to point the finger at myself now and then. Lord knows, I can be annoying.
When I came to the SR shortly after the Earth's crust cooled, there was a woman working here who had been a reporter in the city where I had held my previous newspaper job. I hadn't really known her. She had worked at the evening paper there while I worked for the morning paper. Though I think she had a stint in Kansas City immediately before coming here.
Anyway, our desks here at the SR were in different parts of the newsroom.
One morning, she phoned me to gently report that one of my former colleagues had died. That was considerate of her.
What wasn't so great was, after thanking her for the info, my sharing with her the fact that I could not stand the recently departed.
"I hated his guts," was the actual quote.
She seemed a bit taken aback, and I can't say that I blame her.
Funny thing is, the hostility I felt for that guy was a total waste of energy -- as it usually is. But I was young and stupid and had yet to learn to shrug and consign wearisome people to the heap of irrelevance.