You’ve planned for days to wash your car/cut the grass
and then you go outside and your neighbor is already doing it and it makes you look like you’re copying them.
You know what I hate?
People who include 40 character unspaced words in their subject lines. But the good thing is: I can do something about it!
Dammit, I was just about to post this!
I hate it when…
You are with a group of people and are having a conversation, and every time you have something relevant to say, someone (usually the same person) speaks over you and by the time you have a chance to say something (anything), the topic has changed and you have nothing to say at all and appear to be this shallow, lifeless piece of crap…
or,
You are on the freeway and the are only two lanes and there are two people in front of you going the same speed and are driving side by side and you can’t pass them.
or,
You can’t fall asleep, even though you are really tired.
or,
You go with someone to do some errands, and they ask if you would mind if they stopped at a particular store/friend’s house (but “just for a moment, I promise”), and you end up being stuck in this limbo state where you have no power unless you want to spend $50 on a cab ride home.
or,
You forget your wallet at home and have to borrow money (but not as much as you would have spent, cause they don’t ahve that much) and have to spend the day grateful to some schmuck you don’t even like because they had an extra 20…
I think that’s enough for now.
…a bunch of people are telling jokes, and somebody else tells your best joke right before you are about to say it.
I hate it when …
people interrupt me over and over and over again, then ask me why I’m so quiet all the time.
my roommate tells me to my face how friggin’ annoying I am. He tries to do this daily.
people admit to being assholes, and don’t see a problem with that. (See above.)
people assume I’m romantically or sexually interested in some girl just because I talk to her.
someone bitches about people obeying the law. Like the guy who flicked me off and yelled at me because I was walking through a crosswalk that he didn’t want to even slow down for. Or when someone complains that the people driving in front of them are too slow because they’re only going the speed limit.
professors test on things never mentioned in class and not covered in the textbook.
it’s 1:16 in the morning, I have class at 9, and I can’t sleep. 
BlackKnight, you are my hero.
Going about two miles an hour over the speed limit? That would be me in any populated area. Pass me, the cop can ticket you. Going at a speed in a snow storm that is safe, and not the speed limit? That would be me. I won’t notice your car that is in the ditch. Slowing down at the intersection on the first snow day even tough I have the green light. Lucky I could stop as you slid through the intersection because of your speed.
I hate somebody that drives watching the animals and trees. Stop at the side of the road and watch them. The people that go 35 miles an hour on the highway and continue through town 10 miles an hour over the speed limit.
I don’t talk on a cell phone , fill in crossword puzzles, attempt personal hygene, or do heavy petting on the lover while driving down the road. I haven’t had an accident for over twenty years, so kiss my butt.
I can’t stand it when your on an old road with a lot of turns and are going the speed limit and someone is right on your butt and won’t get off.
There's this lady where I work and she ALWAYS smokes where she's not supposed to and leaves ash trays everywhere. I pick them up (that is a part of my job) and then she yells at me.
When people whine and complain because they get bad grades because they are too lazy to pay attention in class and then ask you why your so smart.
You really want to say something, but you don't want to interupt the person who's talking, and then by the time they are done, you've forgotten what you wanted to say.Yeah, me too! Sorta. 
I was going to say don’t you hate it (or do you?) when you are sitting in the breakroom, alone, reading or working a puzzle, and someone comes in and starts talking. To be polite you say a few words and then go back to reading or solving, quietly. They keep talking. You smile but don’t really answer and continue your solitary pursuit, which you HAPPEN to ENJOY! They WON’T SHUT UP!!! I mean, like don’t they get the message you don’t really feel like talking or else you’d quit reading? And they aren’t really saying anything important or have something new to say about the big news of the day, they are just rambling, on and on and … I just keep smiling and mumble something every now and then praying somebody else comes in for them to talk to. Am I being a wuss? Would it be mean to say SHUT UP, shut up really I wouldn’t yell it even if I felt like it!:rolleyes:
I hate it when your friends bitch about you complaining about missing your boyfriend who you haven’t seen in 3 weeks, and then whine about not seeing their boyfriend in 2 days. Why is it okay for you to complain, but not me???
I also hate it when you are at work and a co-worker asks a question which you know the answer to, and you tell them, but they don’t believe you because you haven’t been there as long as they have so there is, of course, no way that you could know something that they don’t. Then they insist on asking someone else who tells them the same thing, but using different words and then they tell you what that person said as if it weren’t the exactly same thing you told them. Grrr… :mad:
Hey, thanks! 
Number Six certainly is a perfect number.
I hate it when…
people look at my glasses-clad face and say, “Hey, don’t you usually wear contacts? You look so much prettier in contacts.”
people criticize my decision to live off-campus instead of in an over-crowded dorm.
classmates whine and complain about getting a 95 on the Calculus II test, when at the same time the person sitting beside them is staring at a failing grade.
people can’t believe that I absolutely love the Craftsman toolbox and assorted tools my parents gave to me for Christmas two years ago.
people criticze my decision to not wear makeup.
people can’t believe that I (a female) would voluntarily use my own money to buy such ‘tech toys’ as a Pocket PC.
people take one look at me and assume that I am incapable of lifting heavy objects. My most memorable experience with this was when I was a senior in high school and was working at a relief shelter after Hurricane Floyd with some classmates. The females were assigned to tasks such as sorting/folding clothes and preparing ‘cleanup kits’ (a box containg a jug of clorox, scrubbing sponges, etc.), while the males got to unload the supply trucks. I noticed the group working on the cleanup kits had run out of clorox, so I went over to the loading area and started carrying boxes (6 jugs of clorox/box) to take back to the group. I was doing just fine on my own until one of the boys from my class saw me and insisted that I should not be doing such strenuous work. So I handed him the box and watched with much amusement as he nearly fell over from its weight. 