Restaurants, bars, stores, etc. that play bad music. I was recently at a restaurant where the BEST song they played was by the Goo Goo Dolls! And fuck all the places that play Christmas music.
To name a few, the oven mitts must be hung on the holder correctly. Otherwise they’re spread out like a thick M. The chairs around the table should all be pushed in at the same distance.
Why is this too much to ask?
I may have OCD.
I don’t know if it’s irrational, but I hate that McDonald’s puts ketchup, mustard, pickles, and everything else they can think of as the default on their burgers. I want the burger plain! I’ll decide what I want on it and put it on myself!
And that is why I go to Burger King.
I’m this exact same way with ALL snacks; my Pringles, Fritos, Cheetos, etc. MUST be PLAIN, with the exception of popcorn, which has to be extra-buttery or, better yet, “movie-style”, but even popcorn can’t come in any other flavors for me.
My dad will drive until the gas tank is practically dry and the engine is running on fumes. He’ll fill up only when the refill light goes on. Why? Because he enjoys seeing how many miles he can get out of a tank, like it’s some sort of personal accomplishment.
As a result of the anxiety that caused me as a child on family road trips, I can’t stand it when there is less than half a tank of gas in the car.
You can ask for your burger any way you want it at McDonald’s too though. 
Thin cracker type pizzas. They crack and crumb all over and cut the inside of my mouth. If I wanted a cracker with toppings on it, I will eat a cracker with toppings on it.
Also, people being unable to just say words like “me” or “now”. “Myself” and “at this point in time” are unnecessary.
You’re right! So I guess it really is irrational!
What gets me are people who turn on their turn signals as soon as they see where they’re turning, which might be half a mile away with several other driveways and roads before then. It’s like they’re thinking “I need to turn up there, so I better turn on my turn signal so I don’t forget.” Never mind that people might pull out in front of them if they see the turn signal on, assuming they’ll turn at that point, but no, they keep on going on their merry way. It’s almost more dangerous than not using turn signals at all.
On the flip side of the coin, I do not take soft drinks with ice. I’d rather drink it at room temperature than have it watered down.
Now, in a good cocktail, you have to have ice, because the temperature changes the flavor. But in soft drinks, it really adds nothing.
I remember following vehicles on highways for miles and miles that had turn signals blinking. The advent of turn-signal old-fart alarms has largely eliminated this. But alas, it still can occur over a half-mile or so, when the only recourse is with a bazooka.
Apparently, I was unclear. I meant “talking” in the human sense. Certainly they communicate.
You’d really hate the silly old song from the west of England:
“Where be that blackybird to?
Us knows where 'e be –
'E be up that wurzel-tree,
Us be after 'e.”
Or the mare that is quite obviously a gelding.:smack:
I used to drive a truck that didn’t have auto-cancelling turns signals nor the relay ticking noise. And the steering wheel obscured the flashing dash light. I once drove a flat, straight expanse of prairie highway with my turn signal flashing for about 40 miles.
All I could think was that people following me on the highway must have thought, “Now there goes one dumb sumbitch…”
Heinz Ketchup.
Only Heinz!
I don’t run on the refill light on purpose, but I am irrational about it when I do. I have to continually force myself to stay at 60 mph or lower for better gas mileage once the refill light goes on, because my brain keeps telling me that I need to refill quickly timewise, so I am always wanting to go faster in order to make it to the gas station quicker, even though it would be counterproductive.
The sound men put a whinny in a horses mouth every time some heavy handed moron hauls in the reins so the poor things mouth gapes open:mad:
Numbers and units.
I get nutsy when reading my coworkers’ emails and reports.
35VDC? Wrong! There must be a space between the numerical value and the unit symbol.
35 Newtons of force? Wrong! First of all, it should be 35 newtons, not 35 Newtons. (Yes, the plural is acceptable.) Secondly, why even spell it out? What’s wrong with 35 N?
What’s so damn hard about inserting a single space and using the correct symbol for the unit??
And then there are people who give a formula, define each variable, but neglect to provide units for each variable. Grrrrr… :mad: There is a special place in hell for them.
That made me laugh… How about 7 pointed snowflakes that a co-worker somehow managed to make a couple of years ago, they were the poofy 3 dimensional ones.
Autocomplete spellcheckers.
People that constantly make spelling errors. I can always tell who printed up an invoice in the office by how many spelling mistakes are on it.