Mrs. T will read something on Facebook, and say, usually: “Oh…my GOD!!”
I look at her, expectantly.
She will just stare, open-mouthed, at the screen, for anywhere from thirty seconds on up, and sometimes even fiddle with the keyboard, before I get a chance to listen to what she has to say about one of her friends.
This usually happens when I am OBVIOUSLY reading something else.
I am, perforce, a patient man.
P.S. She is often “fustrated” about something.
Not a single member of my household is capable of putting a new roll of toilet paper on the bar. They just set the new roll on top of the dispenser holding the old cardboard tube. Drives me insane.
My husband is sort of ADD. It’s hard for him to watch an entire movie or even a 30 minute television show without getting distracted or talking during key scenes. Then he has to rewind every scene he missed. It’s incredibly annoying for me, and I’ve gotten to the point where I hate watching anything with him.
I managed to live for a decade with a man who always had the sniffles. Year round and nearly constant. This was 25 or so years ago, yet I can still conjure how batshitcrazy it made me. Just imagine, if you will, a road trip across country with a nose performing like that. I ended it in Nevada and flew home. Nice guy and all - but he refused to see a doctor. The end.
We’ll be watching a movie and she’ll say, “Who’s that guy?”
“How in the hell should I know, I’m watching the same movie as you and this is the first we’ve seen of this character.”
or
“What did he say??”
“What do you mean ‘What did he say?’. We are both quietly paying attention to the same screen, the volume is at a normal level and the character spoke perfectly clearly. You don’t know what he *just *said??!!?”
or
“Ohhh! Is that the killer?!?”
“What? We saw the killer earlier and he was a middle-aged librarian-looking dude. And that is a 20-something emo junkie with purple hair who could use a few sandwiches. *‘Is that the killer?’…Waaaa…???”
*
Pay attention. Christ Almighty.
VWife does that, and one of her favorite games is to try to short circuit plot development with a round of 20 questions. Then she gets pissed when I answer with, " watch the f-ing show and figure it out for yourself."
Even more infuriating is the polar opposite of 20 questions, where she will repeat nearly verbatim what someone says on TV, usually in a news story or documentary. My response to that is, “Why thank you for translating plain English into plain English…”
Y’all are very close to getting me to publish a list of allof her annoying habits, and there ain’t enough electrons available to do that.
Her impatience. Sometimes things just take time. Let things develop in their own time. One example is, we’ve been in a legal wrangle for some time now, and she keeps wanting to follow up with our lawyer that I’m afraid she is irritating him. He is very polite, but often I want to tell her to give it a rest, the ball is in his (or the other side’s) court, and we need to wait our turn. But no, she needs to push it.
She cracks her thumb knuckles. Like they’re locked-up, or something. Not as much as she used to. Maybe I got used to it?
I dated a fellow once that was sweet and fun and full of cute little whimsical habits. For instance, he had a hobby/sideline as a magician, and he would do this hand- waving abracadabra thing when he walked through automatic doors so it appeared he “magiked” them open.
Another thing was when using his bank card he would beam and say “It approves of me”.
Cute? Maybe. But he did it every single time. By the time we broke up about 16 months in, I was seriously sick of that shtick.
Grandpa? Weren’t you supposed to be dead?
The shower is the best place to blow your nose; the water and steam help to loosen up dried mucus etc. It’s not lovely, but it’s highly practical.
My wife narrates or questions me on anything we watch on TV, but I’ve said enough about that in other threads.
She also likes to ‘put things away’. I buy some new widget and before I get around to taking it out of the packaging, she’s ‘put it away’. Half an hour of searching in the sensible places doesn’t turn up anything and by that time, she’s gone out or gone to bed.
Next day I’ll ask, in the meekest way possible, 'Hey, where’s that widget I bought yesterday?", but this incurs the wrath of the tidy; “I PUT IT AWAY!”. It’s usually easier just to go and buy a replacement than it is to continue my provocative and unreasonable inquiry about where it might be, now that it’s been ‘put away’.
I’ve learned to love living alone and this thread reinforces that fact. I’ve got to say that my darling ex had the had of interjecting “you know” a dozen times in a three word sentence. I would lose track of what she was saying while waiting for the next “you know.” I used to tell myself “I’ll kill her the next time she says “you know.”” But I never did and I don’t miss that maddening habit one little bit.
Yeah well, I live alone and I have habits I hate… can’t complain about someone else having them, though, it’s all me doing it to myself 
Wow, maybe I dated you because I do both those things all the time. Also when sliding my bank card I make the Wayne’s World “schwing!” sound. I never realized how annoying it was for others. :o
I can live with all of them (most days) but the two that stand out the most, especially after numerous reminders:
Wet sponge thrown in the sink, reeking of mildew instead of squeezed out and placed in the holder
We have a 2 car garage, but only one fits due to clutter. “Her” car is the one that’s parked inside, but if for some reason we have to switch, she’ll park “my” car way too close to the center of the driveway, meaning if someone pulls out of the garage too quickly without looking, both cars are taking the hit(s).
For a while I went with a guy who had to clear his throat very loudly every two minutes.
I couldn’t deal with it.
Really??? Really!!!
You are so going to Hell for that. :mad:
The bank card thing usually gets a smile from the cashier. But not from the long suffering girlfriend. I suggest you make sure your audience is fresh when you use that schtick.
My dad has a joke. Yes, “a” as in the singular article. He says it when it is raining. “I sure hope this rain keeps up.”
Innocent bystander “Why?”
“So it won’t come down.”
My mother, the saint, has been hearing this joke for 52 years. 51 of marriage and one of dating. I do not possibly know how she keeps her sanity, except she is a much nicer, kinder woman than I, in every possible way.