Unless the next person to use it is expecting the consistency to be a sticky liquid and instead pours out everything since the nearly-water liquid doesn’t need any time to drip down. (Never done that with detergent but have been on the receiving end of that w/r/t shampoo.)
Cars with one or both of the following stickers
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A dog is for life not just for Christmas
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Baby on board (or some such twattishness)
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Honk if you’re hot
FFS get a sodding life
How about “My <insert dog or pet name here> is smarter than your honor student”?
Two things:
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People, especially total strangers, mimicing my accent. A British accent is not that out of place in the DC area. It isn’t that rare. And I am not a fucking clown for you. I am not going to repeat words or phrases for you because you think it sounds cute.
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People bitching about me smoking where I am allowed to smoke. Back in AC I waited 30 minutes for a seat at a Blackjack table where I was allowed to smoke, only to have the miserable old witch next to me ask me to put it out, and complain to the dealer when I refused. He dealt with her suitably. And last week, the couple in the bar who came in, sat next to me, ordered food, and bitched to one another about me smoking. No, I won’t out it out. I’m sorry you don’t like smoke when you are eating. But I was here first. The entire dining room and upstairs bar are non-smoking. If you had had the courtesy to ask, I would have either told you about upstairs, or not smoked while you were eating. But to sit there and bitch about me? Screw you. Yes, I am sure you will enjoy going out more in December when they remove another right of the small business owner. But then again, you will probably find something else to bitch and whine about.
Having to wait for everybody in front of me to get off a plane. Especially if they turn off the air conditioning and it gets stuffy.
People who won’t move up in the line at the grocery store so that I can get my cart to where I can get my groceries on the belt. I want to bump them with the cart. I don’t do it, but I want to.
People who balance their checkbook before moving away from the register at stores. There are lots of places to stand or sit and do that where you’re not blocking other people from paying and getting out of here, y’know.
Mr. Neville putting stuff that could fit on other shelves in the fridge on the tall shelf. Then there’s no room when I want to put something in that is too tall to fit anywhere but the tall shelf. Unfortunately, the tall shelf is roughly at eye level, so this happens a lot.
When he leaves stuff sitting on the counter in front of the microwave, so that I have to move crap around before I can use the microwave. I find it unacceptable that I should have to move stuff before I can use the microwave. I have marked off the forbidden zone in front of the microwave with masking tape, but sometimes I still find stuff in it. Especially his Tupperware. One day I am going to find his @#*! Tupperware there when I want to use the microwave, and I am going to THROW IT IN THE #@@#*!ING GARBAGE, because I am so @#!*! sick of having to move his crap out of the way before I can use the microwave. Gah!
Yeah, the backlash against smokers is really getting out of hand. I didn’t complain when it was made illegal to smoke in restaurants, bars, and other indoor places. I understand the reasons for this. I have no problem with stepping outside.
But banning smoking across entire college campuses, or business complexes, or whatever… give me a fucking break. If I am outside, in the wide-open, away from any buildings, my smoke is not going to hurt you.
At my university, I don’t see how they could ban smoking outright, as it’s located downtown and several city streets run right through campus. If they do, I’ll probably just ignore it.
Kind of funny: there is a spot, on a skywalk between two buildings, that has long been a smoking area. Recently the university got it into their heads to put up no smoking signs and take out all the ashtrays on the skywalk. Now everyone just ignores the signs, and the ground is absolutely littered with cigarette butts. Way to go, university.
One of my kitchenmates seems to think that stating something obvious in utter amazement and without so much as a hello is an appropriate conversation opener. And he slurs. And he doesn’t rephrase; apparently his language is so completely and utterly precise that looking for a different way to state the information would distort it.
For some reason, being greeted with a slurred “you are cooking!” while I’m in the middle of measuring the ingredients makes me want to grab the pan and hammer him with it.
Or “My other car is a Ferrari/Porsch”
Seen in the rear windows of clapped out Ford Fiestas
Good user name/post combo. You’d make a terrible traffic director if your only gestures are mild. Probably why you hate 'em so much.
I didn’t even know what a gypsy was before I had a few encounters with them and learned not to trust them. I thought gypsies were magical creatures or something, like faeries. Realized I hated gypsies for years without even knowing that’s what they were.
Sure, you say that by the light of day. But every night all the men would come around, and lay their money down.
I’ve also seen “My other car is a bicycle,” which I actually think is kind of cool… and I kind of want one. I’m not ashamed!
Not to hijack, but that works just fine, unless you’re washing a garage mechanic’s overalls. Another thing - if you have lotsa bottles and tubes of “body wash” that you don’t want to wash with - add a squirt with a little laundry detergent and you can use it all up that way.
Low volume toilets that require more than one flush.
Automatic faucets that won’t go on, no matter the arm-waving or dancing.
Automatic faucets that won’t go off.
I had the wonderful experience of using a restroom in a DC museum last weekend and having the automatic faucet go on for 1/2 second, go off for two seconds, go on again for 1/2 second, etc. It continued exactly like that for about 10 cycles until I actually got my hands washed and rinsed.
OK, it seems I have issues with automatic faucets.
Links in web pages that won’t let you open them in a new tab. I don’t like them trying to control how I browse.
A robotics researcher who lives in my neighborhood has one that says “My other car is unmanned”.
I once saw an evident railfan whose car sported a sticker saying “My other car is a Pullman”.
This drives me absolutely out of my mind.
And Mrs. Friction does it every damned day.
I don’t know what the word for this personality trait is, but it drives me up the wall and makes me irrationally angry- at the theater where I work, there are approximately eleventy bajillion light switches in the dressing room. I’ve worked there for two and a half years and I still don’t know what half of them do. Sometimes, when I’m going to turn off just the lights at my dressing table, I’ll accidentally turn off someone else’s lights, or the main light to the room. It takes me all of one second, or less, to turn the light back on if I do this by accident, and I always immediately say sorry. Yet, invariably, someone will have to say, very annoyingly, “Um, HELLO?” As if I had turned the light off and waltzed out of the room. Or sometimes, “Whoa!!!” as if a damn ghost or something had made the lights turn off. Or sometimes, “HEY?!?” as if I had done it as a personal affront. These are the same kind of people who stand at a locked car door and pull on the handle a million times and say, “You need to unlock the door so I can get in,” when I’m obviously fishing for my keys. I guess the word for this would be extreme impatience. I call it ‘blinding rage that makes my fingers yearn to choke you.’
Turn on the TV, read the news online - all you hear is Flu Flu Flu, Flu Shots Flu Shots Flu Shots - get yours now, right away!.. STFU! There are no flu shots AVAILABLE, assholes! Every clinic is cancelled. Your very own medical drone has none - for YOU! When is more vaccine coming in? Dunno! Soon? Maybe! But get that flu shot!..Other side of it is, health workers who are required to get the vaccine are rebelling and picketting and chanting hell no! don’t wanna! Can’t make me! I am so sick of the word F-L-U. What an enormous, botched abortion this whole vaccination thing has turned out to be.
Give this guy the bumper sticker award! Admittedly, a low threshold, but this is still an awesome sticker.