A real pet peeve of mind are subby zones in those dry, powdery windbag storms......everyone self-sodomizes to wind gusts and minimum central pressure...and you look out your window, and see grass blades on one side of your lawn, and a minimally altered landscape on the other. Its as if mother nature is partaking in a challenge to have all hell break loose in the atmosphere without anyone realizing it within 10 miles of said back yard. And to top it off, there are no precip type dillienations to speak of, and there is no sense tracking a coastal front pinned to the Bourne Bridge....nothing to distract from the sensible dissapointment that ensues.
12/5/03, PD II, Boxing Day & 1/29/22 all fit that bill to me...though the fiest two were less about pressure and wind.