Yeah, sometimes you don’t know how they’ll turn out.
#25: To my manager - look, I know I screwed up, and trust me, I feel plenty stupid for it. But that’s no reason for you to talk to me like a fuckin 5 year old. You’re usually okay to be around, but any time I make a mistake, you talk to me like I’m an idiot and make me feel this big.
#26. Attention Houston drivers: My blinker is not a suggestion for YOU to change lanes and try to pass me on that side, it’s meant to let you know that I am changing lanes. I’m not changing lanes to get even further in front of you, I need to be in that lane to get where I’m going. Dumbasses
Attention fellow bus passengers! You are entitled to one (1) seat. That’s one (1). An easy number. Almost anyone can count that high.
This is the rush hour. Every seat is needed. You are not entitled to occupy an asile seat and have an empty seat next to you. Nor are you entitled to recline your seat so far that the seat behind you becomes unusable.
And please, if you must make a cell phone call, keep your voice down and keep your call short. Do not gab on the phone for the whole sixty-minute trip “just to pass the time”. Develop some inner resources, for god’s sake! Or enroll in a literacy class. If you learn how to read, you can pass the time silently while reading something.
Also, attention fellow pedestrians! Please keep to the right! When you disregard this simple rule of civilized conduct, you are in the way!
#27 Yes, I know you’re next in line behind me. That is no reason for you to breath your putrid onion-breath down my neck, let alone practically inserting your penis into my asscrack. See that behind you, it’s open floor space. Use it. Back the fuck off! You’re lucky the cashier was a hot chick, otherwise I would have unloaded one mother of a fart right on your crotch.
BTW, when I was getting my wallet out and jabbed you in the ribs, I meant that. Be glad that I didn’t opt for the neck stretch that would have broken your shit-sniffing nose. Bitch.
kaylasdad99 reads Rufus Xavier’s OP.
Awww, it looks like someone’s got a case of the Mondays.
kaylsdad99 reads everybody else’s contributions.
A LOT of somebodys.
kaylasdad99 checks the date.
A PERSISTENT case.
I guess I’ll try one (Please don’t expect too much).
#28 To the cab driver who felt that taking the freeway for a whole one exit would save more time than was wasted by driving past the entrance of Southern California’s most crowded Theme Park/resort:
You are a very bad person. Be better next time.
#30 To the pedestrians who START crossing the road at intersections even after the 'Walk" sign has started flashing. You pieces of dogfucking stinkfarting dickheads, that sign there flashing means “DO NOT START CROSSING”!!! I have to do a right turn to go home you bulbous hairy assholes!
#31 Right turn on red does NOT mean you can sit in the crosswalk so that pedestrians have to walk around you.
(And speaking as a pedestrian I agree with wisernow. Especially when the light turns red while they’re halfway across and they just keep strolling across in front of traffic which now has a green light, not even making any effort to get out of the way quicker.)
#32. Okay fucktard. I understand the concept of a line just fine. You being ten feet away and two isles down from the woman at the counter does not mean that you are in line. Don’t fucking tell me that I don’t get the concept of a line when your stupid ponytail having hillbilly ass is trying to make a fucking triangle. You want to be in line, get in the fucking line. It forms behind me! :mad:
Most rants only go up to 10, but this goes to 11. All across the board…11.
So, apparently patience isn’t a virtue anymore…
:rolleyes:
If I may clarify my rant. This took place at a busy pharmacy. Most of the time there is a line at the counter and a few people hanging back to pick up prescriptions that have not been filled yet. Happens all the time. Ponytail was hanging back away from the counter and away from an semblance of a line. As he rushed past me, he said “Clearly you don’t understand the concept of a line.”
Personally, if I can stand between you and the head of the line, spin around with arms outstreched and holding a baseball bat and not hit both of you, you are not in line. When you let another person jump in front of you to pay for his things (this person not being me), you are not in line. If you are two aisles away from the head of the line, you are not in line.
Neither is common courtesy, which is why patience is running out.
Note: this is not a slam at anyone in particular, merely an observation of what a great deal of US society seems to have become. 
#33. Dear fuckmook in the white car: If you are going to pull such a crazy-ass stunt as sitting in the right-turn only lane, then shooting out in front of the rest of the line of cars when the light changes, could you for the love of Og SPEED THE FUCK UP? What, did you break your accelerator pedal when you did that, and now you can only drive 35mph in an area where most people drive 45? Or are you trying to save us from ourselves by preventing us from going even one mile per hour over the speed limit? Either way, you are a :wally.
#34. Dear CHP officers in the black Camero - heeeeeeeey, no fair tricking me like that, you guys! OK, that was really my fault for speeding in the first place, and at least they didn’t pull me over, but it shook me up quite a bit, and put a pall over my whole day. Call it 33.5?
- To the pharmacy manager who doesn’t understand HIPAA: I’ve read the HIPAA requirements for medical privacy and the rules you are trying to enforce are not required by the law, they are simply your company’s policy. The part of the reg that you are talking about did not go into effect in May 2004, you fuckwit; I’ve been dealing with the requirements for the last nine months. When I said I’d write a letter of complaint, I wasn’t joking around, you prick; I hope you enjoyed your copies of the letters to corporate HQ and the store manager. Only an idiot would kick out a loyal, well-known customer who has brought in $15K in scripts over the last 9 months, not to mention the other crap I’ve bought while in the store. You, sir, are an ass.