OOOH, I just remember another one. Rage Comics. I can’t stand these. They aren’t funny and most are simply just plain creepy.
Wow. Those are embarrassingly bad.
I hate it when I’m starting to walk across a crosswalk, and a driver on the opposite side of the intersection “politely” waits for me to cross instead of driving on through well in front of me, inches their car forward as I’m walking, then quickly accelerates through the crosswalk a couple of feet behind my heels. I’d much rather they just zip on through in front of me where I can see them.
I hate when a poster comes to a message board and starts a thread asking for help with something. Lots of well-meaning posters chime in with answers and suggestions or requests for more information.
…and the OPer never shows back up.
This happens all the time on the travel boards I frequent. It irritates the hell out of me.
My husband, in the kitchen, eating Doritos. He eats Doritos at EVERY MEAL (and he complains he’s getting fat, duh, why is that after 25 years of Doritos at every f’ing meal?).
I’ll be in the other room. The house is silent. He’s in the kitchen eating, side order of Doritos. Crackle crackle, open bag - tinkle tinkle, sound of hard chips hitting a china bowl. Then: Crunch! munch munch munch munch…Crunch! munch munch munch munch…repeat at LEAST three times. It infurates me in so many ways, not just the noise. I have to get up and find something to do in another room until he’s done stuffing his face with Doritos.
Do mosquito bites on my ankles count? Apparently the mosquitos on the delta of the Llobregat think I’ve got the best-tasting ankles ever.
Or when you do offer help they get angry or mad or contentious, and you wonder why they even bothered to post an attention-whorey thread in the first place if all they were seeking was affirmation.
I.E. On a board I frequent we get a lot of teens and young adults whining about their parents/significant others/school/friends, and when we offer advice they don’t agree with they get all emo and dramatic. It is obvious they were just begging for attention, and I am sorry, a message board is not the place for that.
Hahahaha, thanks for the laugh.
Is there not anyway you can ban Doritos from your home? Like, if he wants to eat those vile excuses for chips he can do it when he is not home? I did the same thing for candy, and surprisingly enough, my husband thanked me (after the slight temper tantrum) and he has lost a few pounds in the process! He no longer has the opportunity to mindlessly snack on sweets while he is doing homework or playing video games, and only eats candy when he is at school or work and has less time to just snack because he is busy in class or doing rotations at the hospital.
You too, huh?
Oh yeah - drivers don’t seem to realize that passing two feet behind a pedestrian is very unnerving.
This reminds me of one - my husband’s nose-blowing - he has allergies to cats (we have two), and he blows his nose constantly. It sounds like the most annoying trumpet in the world, but how do you get mad at someone for blowing their nose?
How do you have cats, knowing that one of the people in your household is made physically ill by the things? 
Oh yeah - I’ve mentioned that in the past before - Jim and I each had a cat when we met, and now we have two (the same ones). He ended up with his cat because of an ex-girlfriend. I don’t think we’ll get any more cats when these ones are finished with being alive.
I’m allergic to dogs and we have one - it was for the son mainly. I just deal and take antihistamines. And I’d never ever ever ever consider giving up the dog.
My husband has surprised me with 2 dogs because I love dogs. He is terribly allergic to them. That is true love.
I hate how the grocery clerks always bag all of the heavy items in one bag and light stuff in another bag. I bring a couple of not so durable reusable bags, and the one bag is heavier than a bowling ball while the other bag is as light as cotton candy when I carry the groceries into the house. I’ve tried placing the groceries randomly on the checkout belt so as not to encourage them to group the heavy items with each other, but they still do that anyways.
I love self-checkout so I can pack my bags properly, just the way I like them.
He puts them in a bowl? A china bowl? What are you, Rockefellers? 
They probably have all kinds of colanders, too. 
The local raccoons seem to play some sort of running around game on my roof at 3AM every Tuesday night. Is it every Tuesday? I don’t know, I’m sleep deprived and cranky and they are creepy and I hate them.
That is annoying! If i were you I may have some fun shooting at them Tuesdays with a b b gun. Since you are awake anyway you might as well try something to discourage them coming back!
I had a friend in high school who had attic rats (i.e. squirrels) infesting her roof and when they had an exterminator come over it chased one into the space between the drywall behind the pantry in their kitchen. For about 2 months it smelled like dead animal in their home. She wanted me to come over and spend the night, but I said not until your house no longer smells like death!:eek:
What was really ironic is they lived in a fairly nice mini mansion on a golf course because her dad was a doctor, yet they had more issue with their house than I did in my little 3 bedroom brick colonial. They had mold, water leaking from their roof, and of course the squirrel infestation. I guess money doesn’t solve everything.
That just reminded me of another thing that irritates me to no end, bad smells! Like rotten garbage, moldy laundry, dirty diapers, skunk, you name it. I have woken up in the middle of the night in a panic because of a bad smell, and when I wake up my husband and ask him if he smells it he says no (he never smells it!) I get irritated. I then go all over the house looking for the source and eliminating it before I can get back to bed. Twice when I was little, our male chow chow killed a skunk that had wandered into our back yard and I was jolted awake from the intense skunk smell, eyes and nose burning so bad it made me cry. Stupid dog. :mad: