I did not intend to recommend/advocate my behavior. Just tried to briefly present my mindset. And I readily acknowledge that many of my least desireable traits concern laziness/sloppiness. Having said that, I think there are at least subtle differences between leaving a kitchen cabinet door ajar as opposed to the examples you offer.
OH MY GOD YES. He also leaves the cabinets open. But the WORST thing he does? He leaves things on the edge of the bathtub, like it’s a little shelf. Mostly pieces of toilet paper he has blown his nose on and Q-tips. Which then clog up the bathtub drain. Sometimes, more excitingly, MY LAPTOP. Oh, god, I’m about to choke a bitch just thinking about it.
Oh yes. This is me exactly. I don’t know why, but it just cranks me up when someone is blocking a thoroughfare and doesn’t seem to be aware of any of the other 6+billion humans on the earth who just might want to get past them. Today.
I swear the next group of people who walk four abreast - facing me - on the running track at the park with a fence on one side and parked cars on the other and then refuse to queue up to let me by are just going to get plowed into by a big ol’ ball of sweat and snot and heavy breathing and sharp elbows. Wake the bleep up, folks. I’m comin’ through.
I don’t know. I feel (heh) it’s just a verbal tic. Like saying, “I think…” I don’t think it has anything to do with special snowflake syndrome, or anything.
People that are late. Alwas late, and it is never there fault.
My BIL was late to his fathers funeral last week because they had to go visit some friends first.
I love ya Bob, but really…
Even if you are right, it’s still a sloppy use of the language.
People who leave shopping carts blocking a perfectly good parking place piss me right off.
I also hate poeple who use weedwhackers on the shrubs.
Some of the ones cited in this thread so far are NOT “out of proportion”, they’re entirely reasonable causes for fury!
The one I know is out of proportion for me is… you know that tinny MIDI-sounding kind of music produced by cellphones as ringtones but also by video games? I can stand about 3 notes’ worth of that before I start weighing the respective advantages of sharp edged versus blunt object instruments.
You have my sympathies. My married name is the same as a prominent political family, and well, the “huyck, huyck, how’s Cousin ****” jokes actually WEREN’T funny the first million times either. And I’ve been married for 18 years.
Given the amount of vitriol here, maybe this is not ‘infuriating beyond proportion’.
It’s gotten to the point (with these kiosks in particular, especially around the holidays) that I will, at first, say, “No, thanks,” but if they continue to be pushy, I’ll actually smile my friendliest smile and say “Fuck off, please!”. They never seem to know what to say to that!
On the one hand, I kind of feel sorry for people who are so desperate for work that they’ll do this for a living. On the other hand, my time is worth something, and I will not waste it letting you demonstrate your nail growth crap or flat iron!
What infuriates me beyond proportion? People who do not put their grocery carts away at the grocery store! You got 'em out, folks, you put 'em away! I don’t care if that means putting them in a corral, returning them to the store, whatever. If I try to pull into an ‘empty’ parking spot, only to find that it’s ‘occupied’ by a stray cart. . .grrrrrrrrr. And yes, I’ve heard the “I couldn’t return it because I have a baby and I couldn’t leave the baby unsupervised in the car while I returned the cart”. Doesn’t fly with me. When my kids were that little, I always parked right next to a cart corral, so I could put my baby in the car, and return the cart to the corral without taking my eyes off of my baby.
I’m not filled with rage about it, but agreed about the name thing. Folks, I’ve heard “Hey, you’re Just In time!” and “Just In case!” before. I promise. It’s a really, really obvious joke, and it wasn’t funny the first time.
The actual rage inducer is drivers who fight and scrape and weave to get two spots further ahead on the road. Just wait with the rest of us. You aren’t special. Yesterday on ym drive to work, we all pull over for an oncoming ambulance. All except for Mr. Fucking Bigshot who pulls off, speeds through a parking lot, and rejoins traffic four spots further down while we wasting our lives letting an emergency vehicle pass unimpeded.
Thankfully, he got trapped behind a slow moving school bus, and I was able to cruise past him effortlessly while giving him the finger. Amazing how no one let him merge to get past it! 
People who drive diagonally across the parking spaces in a parking lot, instead of going up and down the aisles. They come flying out of nowhere, and act like you’re the asshole when they almost mow you down.
This happened at a large shopping complex parking lot the other day - a woman in a tiny car came zipping out accross some empty spaces, and my husband had to slam the breaks to avoid hitting her. She waved merrily at us like we had any other choice aside from stopping, and continued on her way, weaving around parked cars and through open spaces.
I don’t mind people cutting through open spaces, but you need to STOP and make sure you’re not going to hit whoever has the actual right of way.
I’m Holly.
“oh, were you born around Christmas!?”
“yes, I was and no, my parents didn’t choose my name because of that, I was born early and they had already picked my name, and if you sing Holly, Jolly Christmas to me, I will shoot lasers out of my eyes to cut out your tongue”
How is it any lazier than saying “I think,” though?
Cool. I didn’t know that. Thanks!
Oh, how I’ve wished for that ability, every time I hear that goddamned song about lying over the ocean.
And where’s “Clyde”, you ask? Well, I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since I told him to fuck off. Perhaps you should go after him.
I sympathize with a lot of the stuff posted so far in this thread. But most of it doesn’t really punch my “rage” button. There are, however, a few things that send me from 0 to Volcanic Rage in less than a millisecond. One of them is being tailgated. I can’t stand being tailgated. CAN’T STAND IT. My rage at this is completely out of proportion to any sense of reason.
One morning I was taking my kids to preschool, and some guy started tailgating me really close – like, so close I couldn’t even see the front end of his car in my rearview mirror. Then we came to a stoplight, and while I was checking oncoming traffic to make sure it was safe to turn right on red, he blatted his horn at me several times, because apparently I wasn’t moving quickly enough for him.
I am very embarrassed to say that I completely lost my shit, turned fully around in my seat and flipped him the bird with both hands, and refused to pull out until the light turned green. Then when we happened to pull up to each other at the next red light, I yelled at him that he didn’t have to be such an asshole, and he yelled at me that I didn’t have to be such a moron.
The punch line to this story, of course, is that he was a dad taking his kids to the same preschool mine go to. :smack: So that made for kind of an awkward drop-off.
People who get in the way.
It’s a fucking doorway - and doors are the only bit of the wall I can walk through, whereas almost any (other) choice of location is quite suitable for standing around
And when you get to the ticket barrier at the station, you’ll have to put your ticket in the barrier (like you can see EVERYBODY ELSE DOING) - have you got your ticket handy? No? Don’t worry, because we’ll just stand in line behind you while you search for it in every pocket.
Escalators take you from one floor of a building to another floor - I appreciate this is wondrous, but could you just move away from the end of the escalator before you stop to marvel at the sights? The people behind you cannot stop moving.
Anita Bath? Ophelia Buttocks?
(Am I at least close?)
I do not envy any woman named Roxanne.
I’m going with Natasha or Adrianne.