Of course, I mean it drove me absolutely bonkers. Some days, though, I do drive myself bonkers, too.
Yeah. Think of how different Russell Crowe’s life would be if he only threw sweaters at people.
Throwing the sweater was not the most mature thing I’ve ever done, but this woman was on my very last nerve. It was my birthday, we were on a field trip that I was running, and she did whatever the hell she wanted, thus screwing everything up royally, embarrassing me, and being totally unrepentant. I tried talking calmly, then with more intensity. All I got back was my name, over and over. Finally, I just lost it, threw this lost sweater (more down at the ground than at her-- it didn’t hit her), and left, because the alternative was punching her teeth in, which I think you’d agree would be even less mature. There were an infinite number of things she could have said that would have helped; her tactic was the straw that broke the camel’s back, because I have never enjoyed that conversational derailment.
Maybe we could convince the Israelis and the Palestinians to throw sweaters at each other. It really is the most innocuous way to flip out on someone that I can think of.
I’ll just cease to exist, would that cheer you up? 
When buying groceries, the checkers generally begin our transaction by saying, “Hi, how are you today?” Being the polite fellow that I am, I reply with my habitual response, “Good, thanks. How are you?” What irks me is that most of the time, they don’t answer; they just continue scanning and bagging my groceries.
I know they’re probably trained to say that, and they must say it a thousand times a day, and if I was in their situation I’d probably do the same. But still. It irks me.
I guess I need to remember to skip the reciprocation. Social interaction is so complicated.
Lots of fairly common things annoy me. For instance, I also can’t stand anyone in my personal space. When I’m waiting in line for the cashier and the person behind me feels the need to get with 3 inches of me, I feel sick. It’s incredibly tempting to “accidentally” elbow them. Back the f**k off. Oh, and don’t touch me. Not my arm, not my hand, certainly not my pregnant belly. Unless you want to have a bloody stump instead of an arm, that is.
One odd thing that drives me crazy is trying to sleep in a room with any light. I recently spent the night at my parents home and could not even attempt to sleep with that tiny LED glowing on the fax machine. I had to unplug the damn thing. I can’t have a digital alarm glowing either. I’ll put it face down or against a wall.
It doesn’t matter how good my mood is; the sound of a car horn makes me want to KILL!!! :mad: If it’s a justified honking, like the idiot trying to make a u-turn on a busy street during rush hour RIGHT IN FRONT OF A NO-U-TURNS SIGN, then I’ll turn my rage on the [del]offensive[/del] offending driver. Otherwise, I direct every curse in my vocabulary at the goat-felching Jesus fucker who thought that leaning on his horn would magically clear up traffic at 6 pm.
- when people interrupt me while i’m talking
- when a coworker will send me an email and then either call me, walk over to my desk, or yell to me to either ask if i received it or to tell me everything they just outlined in the email
- anyone who calls me on my phone just to talk
- when people getting on the train crowd the doors so that the people trying to get off the train are blocked. it’s simple physics people - get the fuck out of the way.
- anytime anyone disagrees with anything i say, ever - especially when they’re right.
One of the new teachers whose desk is right next to mine drinks tea in the morning and lunch time. Every time he takes a sip he slurps it. Every time he slurps his tea he lets out a little “phaaa” of air. Every. Single. Frigging. Time. It still annoys me after three months. Something that’s not his fault but is still annoying is that he has allergies. All spring long he had strings of sneezes, “PCHUUU, chuu, chuu, chuu…chuu, psthh. Chuuu.”
No one in the entire office is capable of turning the sink tap completely off. My desk is one of the closest to the sink. I get up at least ten times a day to turn the thing off so the dripping doesn’t drive me batguano insane.
Like many other things in this thread, it isn’t earthshaking, but I hate it when people do spoiler boxes and leave a blank line at the top, like this:
See, the blank line makes it harder to scan over. I keep looking for the secret message, and there is nothing there!
It is much easier to scan if you don’t leave that dang blank line:
Like this!
When someone asks me a question, and someone standing nearby gives an answer. I’m a grown person, perfectly capable of answering for myself.
Anyone who stands in a doorway to answer a cell phone and continues to stand there talking should be shoved to the ground.
hehehehehehhehhehhee this cracks me up. This so reminds me of my college days, when I lived in a rooming house with a bunch of partiers.
They’d wake me up after getting home from their bars or frat parties or whatever, yelling drunkenly at each other and flopping around. Then the next day they would complain to me because of my cereal bowl.
I ate cornflakes for breakfast out of a ceramic bowl, and when getting near the bottom, my spoon would touch the side of the bowl and make a little [sub]TINK[/sub] sound. I never noticed it, but they always complained about it. “Man, you woke me up this morning with your TINK TINK TINK! Every morning it’s TINK TINK TINK!” I just told them they didn’t know what they were talking about and kept eating breakfast out of the same bowl purely for payback.
I have a boss who says “liberry” and “supposebly”. I corrected him (in front of others) on “irregardless”. Didn’t take it well.
My neighbor’s kid stands in his back yard, by himself, and whacks wiffle balls into my yard every day, for hours at a time. He has about 25 wiffle balls, hits them all over, then retrieves them and starts over. Every 10th ball or so hits my house, and the “thunk” makes me wince. When they hit the window, it’s surprisingly loud. I ask him to stop, an hour later he’s back. I’m getting pissed thinking about it.
Apologies to Cockatiel for my comma-mangling.
Sometimes, I hear people putting down a member of a group via claming that person will “drink the kool-aid.” In almost every case, I agree with that assement. However, I wish they would say “Flavor-aid.”, instead. Sure,
, but still, it drives me batty. You see, when I was younger, the image of a deadly poison being associated with a favorite drink pissed me off.
I have a bunch of those Ziploc plates with lids - these things - and my son and husband insist on torturing me by using the lids as plates. I don’t store them in the same place as the plates, but if all the plates are dirty they will use a lid instead of washing a plate. This is wrong. They are NOT plates; they are LIDS!!! I’ve explained this to them over and over. It’s a simple concept; the 6 year old understands that plates are plates, and lids are lids, but the two clueless males in the house just don’t get it, and it drives me apeshit.
People who don’t use their cruise control on a two-lane highway forcing me to speed up or slow down the entire trip to keep from either slamming into their rear bumper or lagging so far behind, my passengers think I am on drugs.
People who call to speak to my boss, and when told that he is on the other line, ask me how long he’ll be. I don’t know! I’m not the one on the phone with him!
People who don’t use turn signals.
People who answer the phone, “Yallow!”
The double-clicking thing (mentioned before) is pretty annoying especially since I have my computer at work set up so that everything requires only one click. Whenever our resident computer fixit guy has to work on my computer or retrieve a file or whatever, he double-clicks!!
People who knock on the door with the “shave and a haircut” rhythm.
People who don’t immediately deal with their kids’ misbehavior, thereby encouraging them to become disrespectful heathens.
People who call your house and then play the “guess who it is” game. I don’t have callerID.
People who feel the need to comment on your belly size when you are eight months pregnant. "boy, are you havin’ twins or what?! HA
Oh, and clerks in stores who ask “did you find everything okay?” No, and even though I passed by several other employees on my way up to your register, I thought I would wait until I could ask you where I might find disposable razors.
sorry…thought of another one…
cashiers who hand me my change in the following order: bills first, then coins piled on top of that.
I sometimes struggle with the coins to keep them from sliding off the bills especially when receiving change through a drive-thru window.
Just place the coins in the palm of my hand and then give me the bills!
I can’t stand mouth noises. Especially really loud crunching on chips and that icky, creamy smacking you hear when someone’s mouth is full of spit and they’re licking their lips or chewing. Egh. The thought makes me shudder.
Another thing I HATE is people who drive by with their appendages hanging out the window. I don’t know why, yet every time I see someone driving with their forearm dangling out the window, or someone in the passenger side with a foot sticking out, I want to drive by and thwack it.
cruel butterfly, I am so with you on the bills-before-change thing. Given that these same cashiers probably have the same problem when they get change back, you think this practice would die off, or simply never have existed in the first place. And yet, it does, despite being universally annoying.
But my No. 1 peeve for this thread is when the following happens:
Person Who Is Not Me: I didn’t get that job I was really hoping for.
Me: Oh, I’m sorry.
PWINM: Oh, it’s OK. It’s not your fault.
GRRRRRR!!! I KNOW it’s not my fault! Don’t you people realize that “sorry” has two meanings, one for apology and another for sympathy?? And the most frustrating thing is that this only comes up when someone has had something bad happen to them, so it’s horribly distasteful to call them on it. Instead I just have to bottle it up inside, every single time! :mad:
Back in the days before CallerID, I had to break several friends of that habit. I don’t give a shit who you are: if I ask who it is (meaning that no, I don’t recognize your voice, genius) and you don’t tell me, I will hang up. Immediately. I have never had the patience for phone games like that.