I hate waking up at 5pm on Sundays or Saturdays. Even though if I have a reason (like, I slept at 7am prior, and it is quite reasonable to up by 5pm). If it is 3pm or 4pm I am ok, but there’s just something about waking up at 5pm.
I also hate it when people just don’t go into the back of the train or bus. On numerous occasions, they would just linger near where they get on, yakking to their friends and doesn’t care that others couldn’t get into the bus.
Then there are people who obviously know they are in the way, but just won’t get out of it until you say ‘Excuse me’. Or people who are occupying an area which definitely would have lots of traffic (like next to the exit of the bus, just next to the door lift etc.) and they just don’t pay attention to people who might want to get off, and just carry on yaking to their friends.
Likewise, I it when couples think they are the center of the universe and therefore they have the right to hog the middle of a tight walkway or passageway. And they would ignore everyone who is trying to get around them as they pace on slowly, murmuring sweet endearments in each others’ ears.
I also don’t get it why people wouldn’t mute their handphone games, DS or PSP. Or use a pair of headphones already!
At Fry’s, I’ve always just blown right by those guys. Very rarely do they challenge me, and when they do I just shake my head or say “No” without stopping, and they lay off. I used to shop at a variety of locations in the Bay Area, and now the one in Portland… I suspect their company policy is to check over the suckers’ stuff that fall for it, but not to bother those that refuse.
I don’t shop at Costco, so I can’t say if this would work there as well.
My last name is the same as that of a character on South Park - one of the characters that’s been around since the beginning. Strangely enough, it doesn’t bother me when people reference it; in fact, I find it funny. It doesn’t happen often, though, so maybe that’s why.
Cell phones drive me nuts, rather people on them. I just don’t understand the necessity of carrying it EVERYWHERE you go.
I go to the gym and there’s 75% of the people clutching one as they go from machine to machine. I see nearly 100% of people on buses clutching one in their hands. When the subway comes out of the tunnel and turns into an “El Train” 50% of the people clutching their cell phones rush to put it to their ears to hear all they missed while they were underground for 15 minutes.
Then they scream into those things. Few people talk normally on them. They hold it to their ear, then put it next to their mouth, then back to the ear.
NEWSFLASH:NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR LIFE BUT YOU
I think my hatred is probably out of proportion 'cause I don’t have anyone who wants to talk with me But still… What has this world come to when you have to call your girlfriend every 10 minutes on a bus to let her know where the bus is.
Part of the membership agreement for Costco is consenting to receipt checks. They’re not under the same rules as regular stores, where you really don’t have to consent to a check if you don’t want to.
It’s not THAT hard of a name to spell. If you’ve just met me, that’s fine. But if you’ve known me more than, oh, 3 months or so and you’re still spelling it wrong – grrr. Ditto if you assume my name is short for a longer, extremely common name, and you call me by that name. That’s not my name!! (I love the Ting Tings.)
Startling me intentionally is probably THE fastest way to piss me off. If it’s accidental, ok. I’m abnormally jumpy and it’s not that hard to scare me. When you know I startle easily and you do it – yeah. I see red.
Bluetooths piss me off, too. They’re OK if you’re driving, but if you’re walking around Wal-Mart? Gaa!!!
You know, now that I think about it, I haven’t been seeing those much lately. Are people finally figuring out that they look fucking retarded wearing them?
I hate it when someone I’m with, be it out for a few beers or during a meal, insists on carrying on a text conversation for the duration of our time together. I see it as bald-faced rudeness and a sign of being noncommittal to the idea of spending time with me. I’m not interesting enough for you, so you need a backup conversation. Grr!
Another one is the adjective “family” appended to restaurants, movies, events, etc. I know it has a purpose; it lets parents know that there won’t be anything raunchy to keep the kids away from, but it still gets me. It’s as if anything that doesn’t have the “family” brand is seedy and will irreparably harm little Timmy and Suzie if they should cast their precious eyes upon it. I’m not a parent, so undoubtedly, my opinion would be different if I had my own Timmys and Suzies to think about.
Being addressed by students, either in class or via email, as “Mrs.” It just…makes me absolutely go blind with rage, although I never ever say anything about it. It seems so presumptuous, number one, for these students to just assume that any woman my age (early 40s) MUST be married, even though I clearly wear no ring on the finger of my left hand traditionally reserved for such accoutrement. And number two, it’s so old-fashioned to me - what, you’ve never heard the term “Ms.” for any woman whose marital status is unclear?
I do not get why they do it, and I do not understand why it irritates the ever-living crap out of me.
Sorry for the hijack, but I’m still traumatized by it, even though it happened years ago. True story.
I saw a guy (clean cut, professional-looking) walk out of Fry’s with a tiny little bag. Evidently, he didn’t pay for something. Several big guys chased him out of the store and wrestled him down to the ground. The guy’s shirt flipped up and you could see his top half naked (that was disconcerting). Then they dragged him into a back room. I heard a zap, the guy screamed and then silence.
When all of this happened, I was at a check-out register and stuck inside the store because this tussle was blocking the door.
I’ve been pretty hesitant to go into Fry’s since then.
I friggin’ hate it when management makes a big announcement regarding some policy or other that MUST BE FOLLOWED TO THE LETTER.
It never fails: I’ll point out that following the policy will make things inconvenient/more expensive, piss off the customer, or make more work for the bosses. Inevitably, management will reply “Well, we expect you to use common sense!” :mad:
Some people think it’s charming, clever, and cute, I think. Their reasoning goes “If I make this person smile by telling them to smile, then that means I’m doing my part to make the world a happier, jollier place. I’m a little ray of sunshine, that’s what I am!” Some people also use the “smile” thing as a flirting tactic or a conversational starter because they lack the good sense to think of other things to say. But can you imagine starting a conversation by telling someone to stop breathing out of their mouth or to stand up straight? To me “smile” is just as invasive and critical.
Other people have nothing better to do than correct other people’s facial expression to match how they think other people should feel (still can’t get my head around how fucking presumptuous it is to assume that because they feel like smiling everybody else should feel like smiling, too…it’s the pinnacle of self-centeredness and arrogance), and for some reason they either don’t care that they are being rude or lack the self-awareness to see how rude they are being.
Funny, I had this exact same problem and just last night figured out how to fix it. I don’t know if your problem is caused by the same thing, so I don’t know if it can be fixed the same way. But I’ll tell you if you want to know. (I wanted hot pink too, but my husband asked the salesman which was more popular, pink or purple, and the salesman said pink. So he suggested I get the purple one so it would be easier to find if I ever laid it down somewhere. Practical guy, my husband, and it was my birthday present so I wasn’t complaining. )
I also hate when I am deprived of food – but mostly when 1.) someone steals food off my plate in a restaurant in the guise of “sharing” without asking permission, or 2.) when aforementioned husband eats ingredients I was going to use to make meals with, and then asks why we’re not having the dish I promised for dinner. Because you ate all the ingredients, genius. (I can’t really get mad – it’s his food too – but I feel stupid when I say I’m going to make something wonderful and we end up with spaghetti and Ragu. It’s a catch-22: He doesn’t have to ask permission to eat food in his own house, but . . .
Those people have a special place in hell together with the kind that takes out money at an ATM and just stands there while the machine first pops out his plastic card, then, a second or two later, the money and finally a receipt. At that point he very calmly takes out the wallet, which he has put back in the pocket during the proceeding, locates the place where the plastic card belongs, takes it out from the machine and puts it in his wallet. Then he takes the money and counts it very slowly, whereupon he takes the receipt and checks that the amount on it corresponds with the number of bills in his hand after which he places the money and the receipt in the wallet and puts it back in the pocket again. At this point you might think he is finished, but he isn’t. Before he leaves he must check the machine very thoroughly in case there is something he has missed. After having done that he walks away. Very slowly (change the he for she or it when appropriate).
I can’t seem to stop posting in this thread, but I keep getting reminded of other things that drive me batty.
On the sharing food, I’ve got two things:
Sharing food with my husband when I haven’t indicated an interest in doing so. He eats his lunch out almost every day and frequently overeats when he’s out. So, he often claims not to be hungry when he gets home. In contrast, I take my lunch to work every single day and carefully portion and space my meals out so I’ll be hungry by dinner. When I get home and make dinner, he’ll often tell me to just “put a little extra” onto my plate and he’ll have a bite. What this really means is “I’ll say I’ll have a bite, but I’ll really eat half your food and wonder why I’m so full and you’re still hungry.” If I try to make him his own plate, however small, he’ll get annoyed with me for trying to overfeed him or “wasting” a dish.
My husband feels compelled to finish all of every single dish I make in one sitting if possible. So, if I make two servings and a little extra for lunch the next day, he’ll automatically finish it right then, even if I’ve made it explicit that that is my food for tomorrow. Which means that I wind up eating PB&J a lot. I now hate PB&J. I would put some aside, but it’s usually too hot to put away when it’s ready to serve. He’ll go up to the stove and say, “Hey, there’s some left!” then plop it on his plate before I’ve had a chance to remind him. Then it’s just awkward if I say something like, “Dammit! Put that back!”
i am annoyed beyond reason (and for no rational reason) when I see people eating while walking or standing up. My inner compass insists that people should only eat while seating down. Examples, walking down the street in NYC eating a slice of pizza, or standing in the kitchen at the counter eating off a plate of food (I’ll make an exception for a bite or two of something while preparing a meal).
But still… What has this world come to when you have to call your girlfriend every 10 minutes on a bus to let her know where the bus is.
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