You were reading my mind - I was going to bitch about teenagers, who, as a group, seem to make it their mission in life to cross streets in front of cars as slowly as they possibly can. I was waiting for a couple of young strollers today when they seemed to actually stop in the crosswalk! Pedestrians do indeed have the right of way in crosswalks, but right of way doesn’t mean right to be a dick. Are we sure it’s against the law to just kind of…nudge pedestrians who do that?
I will not jog; I will continue to walk at my normal pace. Because you are an impatient driver (my irrational pet peeve) don’t expect me to punish my knees for you.
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People who are walking three-across towards me in the corridor and who don’t drop back to double/single-file so others can walk past.
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Absolute agreement on this one. When this happens to me, I stop at the last moment, facing full front, brace myself slightly, and let them run into me (actually, this rarely happens as somehow magically they will swerve at the last minute and leave a millimeter of space between us). If they do hit me, they will know they’ve bumped something, and it might penetrate.
Roddy
Well, obviously I make exceptions for the decrepit, the elderly, and the wretchedly unfit. But as a moderately spry person in my mid-fifties, I feel it’s only courteous to get out of the way of traffic as quickly as I can and I appreciate it when other pedestrians return the favor.
I’m watching the first season of Community on DVD, and as I like to do, I turn the captioning on.
Usually when you watch the in-disk captioning, the people whose responsibility it is to place the captions do a better job than the in-TV captioning process. But not for Community, where the idea apparently is to cover faces and large swaths of the screen with over-sized words.
All you people who freely eat and drink any time you like make me so mad. I signed up to be preggo, and I pretty much knew that I would be “morning” sick the whole time, but that doesn’t make my salted cold white rice any more appetizing when you all talk about your plans to go get Mexican food for lunch. I would cry, but I’m having a hard enough time staying hydrated already.
My office building is a rather large one, and as such, has several restaurants in the downstairs area. For reasons I’m simply unable to fathom, people have a tendency to extend lines to these restaurants out into and across entire, wide hallways (you know, where people are trying to walk?) instead of wrapping lines around corners and out of the way. I encounter this almost daily, and it drives me up the wall. Why do people suspend their common sense so readily?
Yup. I walk all the time, and when I’m on the road, I get off it as quick as possible. If you’ve got bum knees, walk at whatever pace you can handle, but if you’re healthy and spry, move your ass!
TV commercials that are significantly louder than the show I was watching. Its to the point where I have to adjust my volume as much as 25 or 30% just to keep them relatively equalized.
People who stop dead - in a crowd - just after they walk through a chokepoint, like a doorway or the top of stairs. Can you not see you’re about to be run into? The worst is at the top of an escalator. It’s not like I can stop, so MOVE!
Another traffic rant: Drivers that don’t pull up to the next car at a light, but stop 135 feet back. OK, a bit of exageration, but why on earth do people stop so far back? PULL UP TO THE CAR IN FRONT OF YOU damn it.
Anything that tangles or gets stuck. Vacuum cleaner cord sneaks under the rocking chair? Grr. Garden hose grabs the corner of the house as I’m strolling purposefully towards the garden? Argh! Air compressor with the timer running sticks under a tire ? Aaaahhh!!!
Friends and family who dial me the minute they start the car. For peets sake, focus on the road, consider other drivers and learn to tolerate your own company for a while. I’m not here to entertain you because you can’t stand silence for a fifteen minute jaunt to the store.
When you install an app, and it asks to send you notifications, just say no. They can’t send notifications without your approval. If you missed this for some apps, you can go turn it off in Settings.
I can’t imagine a notification from a game that I would want to see, so they all get set to “off” on my phone.
So much this. I have two friends that almost only call me when they’re driving somewhere. It really is as if, in their minds, I’m here to entertain them like a trained monkey. Just drive, before you kill someone.
I have. They send notifications anyway. :smack:
I usually have to make sure I kill the app then relaunch it before notification settings take hold.
My issue with app notifications is that you can’t choose which notifications to suppress. I want the app to notify me that Annie has completed her round in Draw Something, but I don’t want the app to notify me that I can get a new range of colors for free if I play that day. But it’s all or nothing.
I was helping a friend study for her biology exam yesterday, but had my phone out to be able to quickly respond to texts and calls due to a death in the family. Sure enough, through that study session, I got a few important calls and texts, and I was able to respond. Then the phone buzzed again. Uh oh, might be my uncle wanting to discuss… oh, no it’s a Words Free notification. Didn’t even notify me of anything, the notification simply said “Words Free” in a box. Fuck you, Words Free. And I guess that did irritate me out of all proportion, too, as I immediately deleted the app.
I’m guilty of this one but only because I live in a house full of nosy people who have nothing better to do than listen in on my half of the conversation.
Even if I go in my bedroom and shut and lock the door, I will come out and somebody is sure to question me on something they overheard.
They can’t hear the TV without turning it up so loud that you can hear it out to the mailbox, but I can have a whispered phone conversation in my room and they hear every word.
The only time I can talk freely is in my car, which is why you will see me sitting in parking lots or in front of the house chatting away.
My best friend always calls me from her car as well because it’s the only time she can talk freely without her husband or daughter making comments.
Oh hells bells. I was just sitting here fuming about that damn vacuum cleaner cord. What. The. Fuck. I flake it properly, rolling it to keep it unkinked, hang it and presto! All hoogly moogly in a big ol’ wad o’ useless cable. What the hell happens when I turn my back???
Exactly. I charge forward under full steam to perform chores and the damn thing grabs every minor obstacle and yanks me backwards like I’m walking a disobedient Doberman.
I get irritated when people, especially my husband,* leaves a voice message, only to say “Hey, it’s me. Just checking in.”
Just about every phone made these days has an indicator that tells you if you missed a call. It’s easy as pie to simply scroll through the list. If I see that I missed your call, and you’re of any importance to me, I’ll give you a ring back. No message required.
When you leave a voice message, it requires me to go through multiple steps, including keying in my password, to retrieve your message. If you’re not going to give me a heads up as to why you called, or don’t really have anything of importance to relay, then don’t leave a message. Just hang up. Because if all you want me to know is that I missed your call, I ALREADY KNOW THIS.
*When my husband does this it especially irritates me because I’ve asked him in escalating degrees of bitchiness to please stop doing it. I’ll call him back if I see that he called. No msg required.
On a related note, it bugs me all out of proportion when people call me back if I’ve called them and not left a message. If I wanted a call back, I’d say, “Please call me about whatever.” If I’m checking to see if you’ve left already and you’re not answering because you’ve left, I don’t see a reason to leave a message, and I don’t need a call back.
If I need to fix something so I grab my tool case and settle down only to discover…my tools have been fucked with! Half are missing if I am lucky, I’ll just walk the fuck away from the job. Fuck it no I can’t take that.
Same thing for hunting for every piece of clothing and toothbrush and blah blah blah, it drives me absolutely batshit insane when stuff is moved around from the place I left it.
Don’t have toddlers.