People following too closely on the highway. They have to keep hitting their brakes, then the person behind them brakes, etc. etc., sometimes causing miles of backup brake-light chains. You can see it at night in hilly areas.
People who camp in the left lane. I HATE this, especially when they’re driving next to someone in the right lane for MILES and blocking everyone behind them.
People in restaurants who are ultra-picky about every little thing they order. I hate being at the table with somebody like that.
It’s particularly infuriating at a salad or food bar, where someone has to pick through each eggroll (or whatever) to find . . . exactly . . . the . . . right . . . one.
Oh lordy, you would despise me. I don’t know what you consider “too close” but I’ll hazard a guess you’d think I was doing it. And I constantly hear people saying the left lane is “the passing lane” but in my 27 years of driving that’s just not the way it is. Left lane = fast lane. Don’t worry about me camping there, though, because I doubt you’d want to drive fast enough to pass me. As for the food thing, I am the pickiest bitch you’ll ever meet. Okay, not the bitch part, but definitely picky.
<stepping away slowly before control-z can smite me>
THIS! Not only are these losers planning to retire on their big wins, but they stand there yakking for 15 minutes with the person selling tickets - they’re good buddies, since the lottery players don’t have jobs and are in there every day buying more tickets.
I hate it when people are in long buffet lines, particularly in ethnic restaurants, and feel the need to ask what’s in every single dish. If you’re allergic, I totally get it - you need to make sure you know what the ingredients are so you don’t have a reaction. However, if you’re not allergic and there is a conveniently-placed placard describing what’s in the dish, don’t stop the waiter and ask!
On a comletely unrelated note, I hate it when people hear my husband is from India and assume that we must therefore know all the Indians in the metro area or, indeed, the entire freaking country. “Oh, your husband is from Bombay?!? You must know Ranjit Singh!” After the obligatory blank look, they’ll continue with, “You know - Ranjit. He’s from India, too! I’ll bet he and your husband would have so much to talk about! Hey, Linda, do you know where Ranjit sits? C’mere, overly, here he is!” Then, despite any struggles I make, I’m inevitably dragged over to Ranjit. Then we stare at each other uncomfortably. I’m sure Ranjit and anyone else who’s been through this probably enjoy these conversations about as much as I do.
For me, “too close” = if I have to slam on my brakes for some reason, you will rear-end my car. If you drive this close to cars in front of you, knock it off.
This. Right. Here. Farkin’ drives me nuts! I wish I could just let it go without that feeling of pure rage in my belly. I have a friend who is constantly late and defends it anytime you point it out. She cannot fathom how it is disrespectful of everyone (we usually do group things like happy hour, movies, etc.). All our mutual friends seem to deal with it and just let it go. I get stressed at even the mention of doing something with the group when it will involve her because I know inevitably she will be late and it will cause me to (internally) go mental!
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The 4 abreast thing? I will turn my head to the side looking at something and plow into them. When someones shopping cart is blocking my path? I will ask them to move…but if they ignore I will go up and move their cart for them so I can get by. This has really pissed some people off but I don’t give a damn.
I have two more, related to the fact that I’m looking for some new, different make-up, and have therefor spent some time today looking at reviews on Sephora, and Make-Up Alley.
wrong word usage. As in, “my skin is really sensible”. Really? So, you ask it’s opinion on things like how to spend your money? Has it suggested a thesaurus?
hyperbolic non-reviews, such as: “OMG, this is the best stuff evar, I only tried it once, well I didn’t really try it but I opened the bottle, and it smells greet!” or “This is the worst product ever!!!111!” with no explanation as to WHY it’s the worst product ever. Even better is when said product has a hundred other reviews full of glowing praise.
One neighbor has a garage door that sounds like it’s about to either come apart or grind to a halt with such finality that the motor burns out. The creaking and grinding at 5am is just not right.
Another seems to think that he’s driving a 1930 Packard in Minnesota, because despite the fact that it’s a recent model truck and he lives in southern California, he’s unable to drive off without some big whooshes of engine revving. I’m positive that with computerized fuel management and the fact that it’s only 60F, he doesn’t need to warm up his engine. I never do. But he can’t stop it at 4:30am. These TEND TO WAKE UP EVERYONE AROUND YOU, IDIOTS.
