I abso-effing-lutely HATE IT when I’m at the drive-through and they hand my change back with the coins on top. Hand me the coins first, then the bills. Why do you think there are so many coins littering the ground in front of your window? Maybe you’re trying to weigh down the bills, I don’t know. But it doesn’t work. The coins slide off and I can’t open my door to retrieve them.
And sometimes they decide to cross diagonally, which takes even longer.
I have pain that flares up from time to time, and sometimes I can’t jog across a street either. In those cases, I try to make eye contact with the driver and give some indication that I’m moving as fast as I can or at least not purposely moving slowly.
It’s not just young people, but that’s a good start. There are also those who slowly plod across while texting or otherwise checking a smartphone. Or talk and joke with a group of friends, turning to look at various friends while walking slowly, and otherwise acting like nothing else going on could possibly have more importance compared to them blocking multiple lanes of traffic because they can’t be arsed to walk with a goddamned purpose for maybe 15 seconds at most. Or the “you are way too uptight” dudes/chicks on Spring Break who have nothing better to do than to saunter/stagger at the speed of “go fuck yourself”, randomly switch directions as if changing their mind or looking for a friend forgotten on the curb, gesture at drivers sitting there waiting as if to convince them that they should just forget about driving and come “party” right now.
Or the people who haul ass to get into the street and then slow way down for no apparent reason. Screw that too. That’s like those drivers who cut you off to merge into traffic then slow way down.
A nice lady left me a voice message yesterday, on the home phone. (We still have a land line.) She told me her name, but didn’t deign to specify who the message was for, nor what it was regarding. “I’m contacting you about a matter regarding you and it’s imperative that you get back to me as soon as possible.” No, Andrea, it’s not. Three adults live here, and there’s no way I’m calling you back until you tell me who you want to speak to and why. That, or get out of sales because I’m not calling you back anyway.
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[li]The badly running motorcycle across the street idling for about ten minutes before the owner frigging rides off.[/li][li]Every damn morning around five or six, the bottle scavengers.[/li][/QUOTE]
I like in a sub-ground apartment, right next to the dumpster. There’s also enough space for a car - it’s not a parking spot, but people use it anyway.
Somebody with a motorcycle kept parking there and then leaving their bike idling - rattling all the dishes in my kitchen.
I don’t mind the can scavengers, as long as they don’t completely slam the dumpster lid against my wall. Whenever I have cans - which isn’t often - I leave them separate from the other recyclables.
And on the crosswalk discussion - I don’t jog, but I stretch and cross at a brisk walk. All I ask is that you cross at a reasonable speed.
LOL I thought crapple was a reference to scrapple.
Another food I need to list to the things I won’t eat.
Ever been to a Medieval Times show? Tomato soup is the starter. A potato is the side dish.
Mine is calling someone and leaving a detailed message, only to have the person call back and ask, “did you call? What’s up?”
I LEFT YOU A MESSAGE FOR A REASON. LISTEN TO IT FIRST AND HAVE THE ANSWER FOR ME READY WHEN YOU CALL BACK.
I’ve actually asked people “didn’t you listen to my message?”
Or how about when the first person is stopped way behind the stop line? You’re familiar with the concept of a detector, right? Can’t see it? Then how to you know you’re pulled up far enough to trip it?
Oh, c’mon - “Mittens” is cute!
I become enraged when the magazines I subscribe to are filled with blow-out and pull-out cards urging me to subscribe to their magazine. On a related note, stop sending me notices to renew my subscription. I like your magazine, but I’ve already paid it up through 2020. (In case you’re wondering, my husband pays the bills, and he just re-ups to magazines without asking me about it.)
Oh, and Target? I’m never going to use you as my main grocery supplier. Cub shares a parking lot with you, has twice your floor space, and I don’t mind the walk, so stop filling up perfectly good merchandise aisles with milk, Doritos and bread. Just quit it.
Around here milk and a lot of groceries are cheaper at Target. I still don’t generally buy my groceries there.
I work at a veterinary hospital. We have five specialty DVMs as well as 24 hour a day care by emergency vets. I had three people call today and say, “Someone from this number called me.” GRR. Yes, we left you a message. Care to listen to it?? While we do log all of our phone calls, some of these people call back before you can enter the damned thing into the medical record!
Me too. I open my magazines and viciously neuter them over the trash can before I sit down in the tub for a read.
This is pretty dope-specific, but… I hate hate HATE threads in Cafe Society about cliches in TV/movies, often sitcoms, which totally ignore the fact that (a) this same thread has popped up every months since the beginning of time, and (b) FAR more sitcoms in the past 15 years have poked fun at or lampshaded these cliches than actually presented them straight. And yet the people pointing these cliches out do so with such excitement, and such certainty… “every time people on a show get in an elevator the elevator will get stuck between floors. EVERY TIME. AmIrightpeople!!!”.
Grrrr!
(Even worse is when a thread starts out on an similar topic, but one that is clearly not the correct thread for posting “hey, have you noticed that when people on TV buy groceries there’s always a baguette sticking out of the bag?”, but then it just degenerates to listing TV cliches version 2,158, and the original thread topic just gets drowned out entirely.)
I was going to post this. My favorite is the one with the sound of screeching tires. Gah! I hate breaking out in a cold sweat for no good reason.
I don’t go there to buy groceries so I’ve never looked at their prices. I do know I’m not going to purchase anything from their limited grocery stock (which consists almost exclusively of highly processed carbohydrates) when there is a gigantic full-service grocery store only yards away. I’d rather see them offer more choice in customary Target items and let Cub have the grocery business. They could use the space to double their offering of over-size-14 women’s clothing options from 4 items to 8 to serve people who shop in their [del]junk food[/del] grocery department.
BTW, we buy our milk in bags at Kwik Trip. It’s cheaper than anywhere else and saves us having to drive 20 miles in the other direction to recycle milk bottles.
People who put their dog poop in bags and then leave the bags lying around. The point is not to put the poop in a bag - the point is to put the poop in THE GARBAGE! In a bag on the ground is still on the ground.
This is absolutely childish, but you should have seen them jump for the curb when I redlined and dropped the clutch. The look on thier face was priceless!
Not adult behaviour by any stretch but I have to admit it felt really, really good.
My husband usually keeps a car length or two of buffer in front of him. His theory is that way, if he gets rear-ended, he can manage to not also hit the car in front of him.
I’ll second speakerphone mode on cell phones. I usually do not want to hear YOUR side of the conversation, let alone the other person’s. I’m also not fond of hearing someone else’s music through their earphones. Sounds terrible, and I can’t help thinking about what’s happening to the earphone wearer’s hearing if it’s so loud I can hear it feet away.
Being called “ma’am” by someone audibly my senior (I’ve worked in several call centers) isn’t really a peeve, but I’m not really comfortable with someone older than I am addressing me in a way that sounds like deferential, since I was raised to treat my elders in that manner. Just seems inverted from right.
Nuclear-level hatred for people who are too busy yapping away on the phone to bother paying attention to such trivial nuisances as completing their transaction in a store (and I manage to get even madder when it’s the cashier on the phone!), driving, etc.
Tailgaters and boom cars.
Bicyclists who ride on the sidewalk and expect mere pedestrians to jump out of the way or get run over. After all, who WALKS on a sideWALK?
The “mustn’t risk scratching the Precious” types who hog multiple parking spaces, especially when they do it on crowded streets or in full/small parking lots. If your car’s pristine paint is so vital, why in the world are you taking it out on roads with (gasp) rocks bouncing around and dinging things or parking anywhere near where shopping carts might come near Precious or risking (shudder with horror) a collision?
Speaking of shopping carts, jerks who leave them in parking spaces because they’re too lazy to put them in a cart return. Also the pampered types who will block traffic in a parking lot to get the closest possible parking space (heaven forbid they should have to walk a few extra steps!). Nuclear-level for those who park in handicapped spaces when they do not have the requisite permit to do so (stupidity, selfishness, and laziness are NOT legally defined as handicaps! Yet).
The TV commercial volume thing bugs me too.
Might be specific to my local area, but the local driving style seems not to understand the concept of turn signals or turning on headlights in poor visibility conditions, and most of the Crackerjack drivers I see (so named for where I think they got their licenses) seem to think rain means “speed up”.
Looking at this list, either I’m PMSing or just really cranky today.