idiosyncrasy
Sure, there's the whole urban sprawl thing -- the sea of matching red tile roofs/rooves and silver SUVs and matching blonde mothers driving the gap-clad children to soccer practices or McDonalds or the nearest grocery store, all of which involve freeway driving -- but the one thing I hate the most about living in a new suburb is the GODDAMN SPRINGY COIL STOPPER THING AT THE BOTTOM OF THE BATHROOM DOOR.