Maybe this is a stupid idea, but it occurs to me that there are likely Dopers who have something that they’d like to get off their chests, but don’t really want to create a new thread or can’t find one that includes their topic. I thought people could use this one to just generally let off some steam about aggravations. Not the big stuff, maybe, just stuff that pisses them off. A sort of cathartic release, as it were, about anything you like.
I’ll start: I hate it when people talk down to me. Maybe it’s not intentional, but sometimes people will just use a tone of voice that indicates that they think you’re a total frickin’ moron. I HATE that. Makes me wanna punch them in the throat.
I hate it when people assume a large group of people are all the same, because of one shared thing, i.e, single mums, uni students, pro-choicers, whatever.
I hate it that we still don’t have cheap, easy and effective birth control.
I hate the way CNN.com keeps plastering the Chandra Levy story all over its front page with late-breaking bulletins to the effect that “there is no news”.
It drives me friggin’ bananas when people pronounce two different companies incorrectly: Kmarts and Walmarts
Unless you (not you the intelligent reader of this brainclot, the millions of fucktards out there hounding me that I direct this too) go to two Kmart or Two Walmart stores in one day then you pronounce it in the singular. *Got it? *
Refrain from keeping ‘cent’ singular when it should be plural. “Here’s your twenty cent.” ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Oh, and stop leaving the water running when you - the fucknuckle mouthbreather- are brushing your teeth, you are wasting water.
I also go bonkers when I run out of gas on the last lap of mowing my lawn. ( The fuel gauge is under the seat I sit on and I’d never think to look under my butt whilst mowing. Too much work.
It pisses me off when I’m tooling along at 70 on the highway (if there are any Chippies out there, I deny it) and some moron overtakes me and then follows so closely he can see the drool on his chin in my rear-view mirror.
To the bitch at K-Fart who sent my friend away when he tried to exchange some shoddy kids shoes because the zipper broke on the first wearing—ahem
Are you high? Why would you glance at a product, sniff “We don’t evencarry that line.” and walk away? If you are that ignorant of your product line you should at least ATTEMPT to check your shelves or computer. Oh, and when I called to complain that my friend had been rudely treated, saying “That was me and I was not rude” before interrupting me, putting me on hold, and transferring me to shoes with no explanation or apology was even ruder. Bitch.
Don’t call me “young lady”!!!
I’m 48 years old.
I have a mortgage.
I have a husband and a kid and 2 dogs.
I am an aerospace structural engineer.
This may be the south and you may think it’s polite, but “young lady” should only be used to correct a misbehaving 4-year-old.
So quit it. Now.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
So I finish typing a lengthy reply to a thread somewhere on the board; I’m so damn proud of it that I think "hmmm, the board is a bit quirky, I’ll copy it to the clipboard so I don’t lose all those beautifully arranged keystrokes.
I highlight the text.
I press <CTRL>C.
The text disappears completely to be replaced with a single letter C.
I discover that what I pressed wasn’t the <CTRL> key at all but that little Windows thing.
Ok, I can’t do it FCM.
Mainly because I get it too, and if it’s this annoying at 24, I shudder to think of how I’ll feel about it in another couple decades.
I haven’t the time, money or inclination to dye you each and every single month! I have been dying you since you were just wee little grey hairs, month in, month out. Yet are are still popping up, even after just a few days. You are persistent little beggars, aren’t you?
And you have yet to get the point. I don’t want you 'round here. Bring back my auburny/brown hair and keep your strangley coarse and horribly hair to yourself.
You not only make me look old, you make me feel old. I hate you!
You obviously senile, can’t find your asses with both hands buttwipes at AARP…quit sending me applications to join. Dammit! I ain’t 50 YET! I got a good two years and change before the big 5-0. Leave me the hell alone already!
Oh, and to the pimply faced, drooling fucktard at Captain D’s that gave me the senior citizen’s discount last week without even asking if I were a senior citizen, bite my sagging wrinkled up ol’ ass!
[sub]Now, just where did I put my orthopedic shoes and that new bottle of geritol?[/sub]
I hate rude employees that were HIRED TO WORK WITH THE PUBLIC. Get another fuckin’ job if you can’t smile and put a little enthusiasm in your fatalistic fucking tone!
Oh, and Swampbear, be glad that AARP is out there thinking about ya! The geezer discount is the best! (I’m not an official geezer yet, but my husband is, so I’m a “geezer by proxy”.)
So the other day my G/F starts feeling that little “tingle” of a cold sore. I give her my super-dooper prescription ointment that knocks it out before it has a chance to start. I haven’t had one since last summer, I think to myself. Yeah, you guessed it. Yesterday I feel one coming on & by last night when I saw her again it was too late. Now my upper lip looks like a cauliflower garden. And I’m sick. And bitchy. And my boss just gave me a new set of policies that, of course, I have to implement immediately. Well, thank god it’s Fri- Aw, FUCK it’s only Thursday! Fuck fuck fuck!!
