… people stand outside in the smoking area where there’s a Butt Can, and STILL leave their butts on top of the trash can.
… some dingleberry leaves his empty styrofoam coffee cup sitting on the counter when there’s a trash can right there!!!
And, as ever, I HATE it when… people don’t like your answer to their question, so they just ask it again.
Them: Do you have bleu cheese dressing?
Me: No, I’m sorry, we don’t.
Them: So, you don’t have any bleu cheese dressing?
… Foot draggers, if you’re old and you’re body is falling apart and you drag, fine, but I want to wring the neck of ever person under the age of 45 who walks in public dragging their feet.
And don’t get me started on the women who wear hard heels and seem to stomp every step as loudly as possible, “Look at me!”. Go die and put on some tennis shoes.
I hate it when [it isn’t blank silly, it’s stuff inside square brackets. this ______ is a blank.] too.
… I bite my inner-cheek.
… dogs bark.
… It rains on my face no matter how far forward I pull my hood.
… Seaguls fly directly above me.
… Music loses it’s newness.
… I hear about fundamentalist idiocy.
… The straight dope doesn’t respond.
I hate walking through the mall or any hallway with a large group of women walking side by side talking to each other taking up the entire hallway like they own the place when I’m trying to get somewhere.
Senior citizens (and others) trying to use the self-checkout lanes, getting very confused and needing constant help from the assistant. Just use the regular lanes! You’re not moving any faster!
It’s not so much of a problem anymore, since I have a boyfriend… but I used to have this problem with every guy I decided to start a friendship wanting to date me. They think that just because I’m talking to their geeky asses that I want to date them too. I know that sounds conceided, but I often hang out with geeky guys (comic books, role playing, etc…). A pretty girl talks to them and they think I’m all over them. I finally had to accept that it was inevitable. Nearly every guy I talked to was going to ask me out at some point, usually in a stumbling and ineloquent manner.
:dubious:
My heart is breaking for you, Liberal.
“I hate it when I’m getting a full-body massage and they’re out of my special mango-kiwi body oil and they, like, offer me the passionfruit-peach kind. It is SO not the same. Oh my God. PET PEEVE.”
I agree with you about the bottled water, JohnBckWLD, but unfortunately my boss won’t back me up about making freeloaders buy it, so I’ve given up trying.
I like dandelions. If they only grew at the summit of some unscaleable peak in the Andes and flowered once a year, they’d be considered the most beautiful and precious flowers on earth. As it is, we get them for free. Enjoy!
I hate it when people have no concept of how to use a 4 way stop. Aren’t you even curious why people are repeatedly leaning on the horn and giving you the finger, fuckwit?
I hate it when businesses chose to block their name and number on caller ID, won’t leave voice mail and insist on calling me over and over. If you’re a reputable business person, you don’t block your info. Screw off, please.
When two idiots (one in each lane) BOTH stop for a school bus on the other side of a four lane road. This happens all too often and they don’t budge even when ten horns are simultaneously blowing at them.
Also, being a mailcarrier, I gotta include people who yell at you after you’ve delivered their mail and ask “Is that all the mail?” “No, asshole. I always hold back some of your mail just to keep you on your toes.”
Also, people who get offended when I won’t approach their dog after they tell me “He wouldn’t bite a flea” “Well, every dog that ever bit me had an owner standin there saying the same damn thing” Yes, I’m overly cautious, but I haven’t been bitten in years. (There WAS that boxer, but between my shoes and my boots, he didn’t do much damage. And I didn’t approach him, he came sailing through a locked screen door)
Okay, I feel better now.
Actually, it’s 20 items or fewer. I hate it when the damn sign says 20 items or less! 
Ah. This reminds me…
Signs that read “Apologise for any inconvenience”
No! You apologise! You’re the one causing the inconvenience!
:rolleyes:
Uh, unless there is a median, they are supposed to by law. At least in my state.
That still leaves the option of serving them warm water and charging for the ice
Dear Customer,
I’m more than happy to scrounge around on the bottom shelf and help you find that precious last copy of “Getting to Yes.” But you’re an adult, for chrissakes. Must you kneel down next to me and smack your gum cud right into my ear?
Respectfully,
koee
… when my boss eats with his mouth open, while he’s talking to me, forcing me to watch his *uck’n food getting tossed around in his blubbery mouth!
… milk curdles BEFORE the expiration date!
… i have a horrible itch down my back and i can’t reach it!
… being stuck in a crowded elevator standing next to an obese woman with foul Body odor!
forgot to add:
… waking up with a wedgie!!! ← how in the f can that happen??
You realize you’re allowed to actually spell out the naughty words, right?
… when people insist on jaywalking in heavy traffic, against the light, with a marked and signaled crosswalk not 20 feet away. With small children. And they run.
Anyone who lives in the Bay Area will probably agree-
People who hog tables in crowded restaurants. Time and again I’ll see some huge party, taking up not only their table but another table that they dragged adjacent to theirs, slowly dispersing yet continually depriving other hungry patrons of the table.
Where are the dogs with bees (so when they bark bees come out) when you need them? :mad:
Hell, “our” bar just flat out charged us for a pitcher of water. None of us ever batted an eye. We considered it “dance floor rental” fees. We didn’t blame the bar at all, after all, dancers hardly ever drink alcohol (much more profitable for the bar at 5 bucks a pop for beer), especially on a work night when we were only having lessons, or practicing. We were always more than happy to pay for our pitchers. Although, we could never figure out why the bar didn’t have caffeine free diet drinks, we would have gladly paid the 2 bucks a cup for those.
How can people NOT be aware that using a private business for entertainment, or other purposes isn’t just their God given right to have for free? This just amazes me to no end. People are so self-centered and oblivious.
At any rate, mine is people who do the “I don’t even take aspirin” people (and my own dad does this, bless his heart).
Sooo??? Whatdya want a medal? I mean so what? It’s not as if it’s some sort of mark of character or moral fiber that you don’t. God gave people (like doctors) brains for a reason. One of the things docs DID with their God-given brains, was to make a way for us to reduce suffering.
Not to make this political, but that reminds me…
…support our troops.
Support your own troops!
(At work) …when you ask someone for some innocuous piece of personal information and they react as though you’re trying to look up their skirt!
“What is your name?”
“Why do you need to know my name!?”
“…or, maybe, your address?”
“What, are you a stalker or something!?”
“I just need some piece of information to find your account.”
“Why do you need to know anything about my account, nosey bastard!?”
“I guess I don’t… so, how about that local sports team?”