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Minor Pittings of the Week
People who leave their shopping carts next to the handicapped spaces in parking lots because "there's a space there"--into the Pit with you!
People who make left turns v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y--into the Pit with you! Stores (Target) that don't carry mop heads for the mop you bought there four months ago--you go Pit-ward too! People who get RIGHT BEHIND YOU when you go to pay for something and do a little impatient dance while you're scanning your card and then, the very second you're done, slam their one item down for the cashier to scan--you just lost your item and you're going to the Pit. On the other side of the issue, people who stand in front of the card scanner thingy and put every single coin and bill into labeled compartments in their wallet (or whatever they're doing) and don't move for eight years while you're trying to pay for your purchases--give me all your money and go to the Pit.
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Okay, here's a minor thing, but it disproportionately bugs the shit out of me. It's the word "mic." Now, for years and years, we had this word "mike" -- everyone knew that it was shorthand for "microphone," everyone knew how to spell it, everyone knew how to pronounce, and the spelling helpfully reflected the pronunciation. But now, for reasons unknown, it's been driven into the wilderness by "mic" -- a word that, every time I see it, I can't help mispronouncing as "mick."
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How about the coffee shop alchemists who add a bit of sugar to their coffee, a bit of milk, stir stir stir, carefully taste, add a bit more sugar, perhaps some of those mysterious powders they have lying around, add a splash of milk, stir stir stir, carefully taste, add a bit more sugar, stir stir stir, taste, nod, get a napkin, unfold and refold as an origami octopus, rearrange the counter items, wait for the coffee temperature to drop to exactly 125 degrees F, give it a wine connosoir style spin, taste, nod, attach the lid, rotate the lid so the sip hole is facing them, then set it down, carefully zip up their coat, make sure they have their wallet and keys, wipe their glasses on a napkin, make another origami animal, and then, finally, stroll away so casually that passing icebergs ruffle their hair.
All while a line of people has formed behind them, of course, so they can add the one splash of milk, grab a sugar or two and a stir stick, and get out of there before their meter expires. |
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Asshole drivers who nearly kill people getting off streetcars.
You see that giant vehicle running on tracks in the middle of the street? You ever stop to think about how disembarking passengers get from the vehicle (on your left) to the sidewalk (on your right)? (Stupid question. Obviously you haven't.) You see the sign that says "STOP BEHIND OPEN DOORS"? You know what happens if you don't? You run a very real and immediate risk of killing someone as they get off the streetcar. You are the one with the driver's licence, and with the enormous hunk of steel and glass under your control. You are the one that has to know what the rules are in the area you are driving in. The rules here: You are the one that has to stop. Fucking pay attention. It would really wreck my day to watch someone get smushed as they get off the streetcar that I'm riding on. |
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My gripe... drivers who stop 6 car lengths behind other cars at a red light, then S - L - O - W - L - Y creep up to an acceptable distance before coming to a full stop. Dammit! Just zip up and come to a stop! |
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But you don't need to remind me EVERY FUCKING THIRTY SECONDS that you haven't cut off the phone call. That's what the goddamn Muzak you pipe onto the line does. I don't need a ten-second reassuance that I haven't been trapped in the land of strings and woodwinds for the rest of my natural existence after only twenty seconds of reprocessed instrumentals. And if you're going to play the reminder every thirty seconds, don't start it with a little click that sounds just like a live person picking up the phone. |
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What fetching annoys me is gringos putting other peoples excrement on Phred's body armor.
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I was gonna start a pit thread about this but this is as good a place to put this... I'm in front of the self-serve scanners at the supermarket. There are four scanning registers, two on each side. Today (as most days) three were occupied and one was out of service. So I stand in line directly in the center of the aisle, waiting for the first scanning machine available to open. Like so...
S2 S3 S1 S4 me Some jackass straddles up BESIDE me... what the fuck? S2 S3 S1 S4 ja me I'm going to make a unilateral rule here on behalf of mankind. In the future, in this arrangement, we're going to line up in the middle in a line, like so: S2 S3 S1 S4 me you everyone else And we're going to go in order of line. In other words, if you're third in line, you get the third vacant scanner. We're not going to play gambler and line up behind individual scanners (if that's even possible). Capiche? |
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If my coworkers don't stop losing their copies of the shipping labels I give them, I am going to pit them for reals. For heaven's sake, how many times do I have to tell them to hang onto those goddamn labels?! The shipping company's website is not user friendly at all and looking up tracking numbers is a major pain in the ass - that's why I gave you a copy of the label in the first place! And then sent not one, not two, but THREE officewide emails to the entire floor reminding you not to lose them! (The second and third emails were prompted by multiple people being snotty because no one had ever told them that their goddamn paperwork shouldn't be used as toilet paper or whatever the fuck they did with it.)
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1). Dipshits (usually in, but not limited to, pickup trucks) who drive IN THE CITY in the CRYSTAL CLEAR PREDAWN with their fog lamps on. Ooooooooooooh! YOU have FOG LAMPS! You just can't resist turning them on, can you? WE ARE IN AWE OF YOUR FOG LAMPS. Rest assured. The rest of us motorists are admiring them at every turn. Even though many of us have fog lamps and are choosing to leave them off until we happen to be driving on a poorly lighted road in ACTUAL FOG, always remember: we thrill over our morning coffees in their to-go mugs at the daring blaze of your fog lamps in our rearview mirrors, or better yet, coming at us in the opposite flow of traffic, wearing a canny commuter's smug and superior I HAVE FOG LAMPS stare as you rattle along.
2). Many mornings just ahead of me in the University area, the woman in the blue Tracker who stops in the middle of the street LESS THAN A DOZEN YARDS from a turn-out designed for dropping people off to let out someone I never see, so focused am I on leaning on my horn. No, I'm not going around you, even though it would be a simple matter. I'm going to lean on my horn every morning that you stop dead in the street in front of me, just to ANNOUNCE to the ENTIRE CAMPUS that yes, your time is MUCH more important than mine. |
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People who cheerfully wander around shopping all day without an actual paper dollar to their names, despite all of the ATMs that abound, thus purchasing cups of coffee, and other equally minute and mundane items, with their fucking credit cards, are a major pet peeve of mine. To the Pit with them! It's A DOLLAR NINETY EIGHT! WHY THE FUCK DON'T YOU HAVE A DOLLAR NINETY EIGHT IN CASH? POCKET CHANGE? WHEN'S THE LAST TIME YOU SAW AN ACTUAL PIECE OF AMERICAN CURRENCY, YOU ANNOYING TIME-CONSUMING-MAKE-SURE-YOUR-SIGNATURE-IS-PRETTY-AND-YOU-TUCK-YOUR-RECEIPT-AWAY-CAREFULLY-IN-THE-VERY-SPOT-YOU'RE-SUPPOSED-TO-KEEP-REAL-FUCKING-MONEY-MOTHERFUCKER? Drives me nuts. So much so that I don't even know if the above makes much sense. And yet I feel better. |
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When I rule the world, fog lamps will be smashed by giants.
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People who don't understand that batteries do not last forever. You have to PLUG THE MACHINE IN every now and then. DO NOT give me a piece of equipment and say that it's broken because it says 'low battery.'
Well did you try pluging it in first? No? Well, go do that. If after a few hours of being plugged in it STILL says that, then I will repalce the battery. These things don't tak AA batteries that cost $2 a pop, they take lead-acid batteries that cost anywhere from $10-$100 a pop. |
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I'm feeling pretty easy-going this week, but I can come up with a couple:
1) People who follow you around in parking lots hoping to get your spot. Stop it. There's lots of spots at the ends of the rows, and your fat ass could probably use the walk, anyway. 2) People who leave the shopping cart from the grocery store all over the lot, or at the bus stop, or in another store. 3) People who write graffiti! I never get this. It looks like crap, and don't you realize someone's gotta clean it up? |
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People who drive in heavy fog without turning on their headlights. Especially if they're driving a small white or silver car.
I seriously think people should have their license revoked for doing this. If you can't manage to take such a basic safety measure, you shouldn't be driving a car. You forgot? Tough shit. Driving around like that makes you a menace to everyone on the road, far more so than speeding or performing a rolling stop at a stop sign. Quote:
Paying with a credit card: 1) Swipe card while the cashier is ringing up your items. 2) Sign receipt. 3) Pocket receipt. Paying with cash: 1) Wait until cashier has determined the amount you have to pay. 2) Fish in your wallet for the right combination of bills. Optionally, dump all your change on the counter and laboriously count up pennies, nickels, and dimes. Because you can't bear to part with your quarters, for some reason. 3) Wait for the numbskull behind the register to figure out the right amount of change, and count it up. The numbskull will stuff your change, in dollars and coins, into your hand along with your receipt. 4) Put the contents of your hand onto the counter, because it's impossible to handle all three at once (not being sarcastic here). 5) Pocket your receipt. 6) Put your coins away. 7) Put your dollars away (they don't go in the same place, do they?) Granted, if you do manage to give exact change, you can skip some of the last steps. Not to mention, carrying around coins is such a pain in the ass. Everytime I do have to pay cash and I get coins, I fling them into the street. Seriously. |
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People who park at bus stops because they only dashing to get one thing (or coffee). I've taken to leaning on their driver's side door so they can't get in the car when they get back. "I'm just waiting on the bus. Only be a minute."
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Or you want to get into the 300 foot, two lane set of lefthand turn lanes which only have 4 cars in them, but everyone is keeping a car length of space between one another in the left hand lane when there's half as many cars in the two right hand lanes. Not that it ever happens to me. |
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Anyway... Whatever part of vBulletin Version 3.0.7 sends me the same damn post to my e-mail like 5 times in a row! I think there's a bunch of discussion on a thread I'm in, but nooooooooo it's one person with a snarky remark repeated 6 times. Of course, that's probably what other folks think when they get my posts that many times.
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(for those who don't get the current board meltdown and pit refferences)
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I just looked in the mirror, and it looks like Carl Sagan got dressed in the dark.
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People who drive the wrong way in parking lots. Especially if there are arrows pointing the way one is suppose to be driving.
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I pit the idiots in the office I work for. They're all very nice people, but they (a) don't answer their phones, (b) don't respond to emails in a timely fashion, and (c) never talk to each other. So when I finally can raise one of them either by phone or email and explain a problem they need to know about or give them some vital information, it never fails an hour later I get a phone call from another person in the office asking for the same damn thing. Also, I pit my dog's delicate digestive system. Even though we watch his diet like a hawk and make sure he never eats anything he's not supposed to, nevertheless about one evening out of four he will lie right next to me and start producing eye-wateringly dreadful gaseous emissions. Is it stress? What does he have to be stressed about, when his every need and wish is catered to? Why can't we figure out what's causing it? |
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On the hells of the parking thing: People who drive too fast in parking lots. HEY, I'M WALKING HERE!
Upon preview, that should be "heels" but "hells" seems to work just fine, so I'm leaving it in there. |
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Hey Dipshit! It's YOUR TURN.
At a four-way stop you do not have to wait for the other three drivers to all use simultaneous hand mothions to tell you its YOUR TURN. |
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I've got a couple:
People who take up more than one sink in the bathroom. They've got their purse on one, they're using another. HEY! There's only 4 sinks! People who talk on cellphones in the bathroom. STOP IT. |
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And speaking of the bathroom, women who splatter liquid foundation all over the sink. Especially when they do it every afternoon.
I'd also like to Pit the pedestrians in my neighborhood. Sure, it's a very quiet street, but it's still a street. If you see a car coming, you should move from the middle over to the side, so I don't have to kill you. |
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Teachers, lecturers etc. Please staple sheets of paper together with the staple in the top left hand corner. It isn't hard to do.
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I'd like to pit a neighbor of mine for publicly masturbating his dog.
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WOOOOO! I mas....... ehhhh, can't do it.
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Aren't daytime running lights legally mandated on all new cars in Canada? |
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I'd like to personally address the asshole coming from the opposite direction, who decided to ignore the lines on the road and drive about two feet into my lane: HA-HA! Made you flinch, fucker! Don't play chicken with a pissed off bitch who has a piece of shit car and the right-of-way!!!! And stay in your goddamn lane!
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Another driving one:
People who think that they need to hit the brakes to slow down their car. Driving along, driving along, "Woops! Need to slow down a bit!" tap the brakes, driving along, "Ooh! Now I'm going a bit too slow!" tap the gas, driving along, "Woops! Need to slow down a bit!" Ad infinitum I really don't get this. From behind, it looks like you're tapping out messages to me in Morse code. Don't your leg muscles hurt from all that back and forth between brake pedal and gas? And not only that...when I see you hit your brakes and I can't see around your massive SUV/Van/Whathaveyou, I think you're stopping. So I hit my brakes, too, see? And then I'm forced into your annoying little brakedance routine. Release or let up on the gas pedal for a second! You'll slow down! I promise. Honestly. |
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People who honk their horns for no apparent reason other than their frustration. Do you think it's going to make the traffic in front of you evaporate? Do you think the other drivers are going to say "OH! I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was in your way. Here, let me just move so you can get to work. Pardon me."
Stupid idiot jerk-offs who physically move the critical IT infrastructure of a large organization without the sign-off of the ONLY PERSON who is capable of re-connecting it (and against direct orders from the person in charge of infrastructure, critical or otherwise), and who then blame that person when the critical IT infrastructure is down for three days and counting. Not that I'm bitter. Fucking amateurs. |
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What do I pit?
That I, who normally look like this: Piccy (well, I don't normally wear that outfit, but yanno) had some publicity photos taken with myself, my husband, and a friend of ours for a play we're in. Six of them turned out really cute and one turned out really, really, really, bad and we asked politely if they might consider not using it. Guess which one they used? This one. They caught me just as I was looking up to my husband. The fuckers didn't even say "cheese." You may not be able to tell since the pic is so small...but in a giant full color pic in the paper I looked like the frog woman from Mars. I looked like I gained 300 lbs. My tounge was actually sticking a little way out my mouth since I was TALKING when he snapped the shot! Here's another link to that photo, in case you can't see that one: bleagh Now, I realize worse things could happen, but they had six other very good pictures to use! Why would they choose this crappy one? And when they ran the thumbnail pic the day before and I called and asked very nicely if they might consider using one of the other ones for the real pic the photo editor was such a DICK! GrrrrRRR! |
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