I hate the fact that Ann Taylor and now Banana Republic are sewing security tags into the clothes. I always forget they are there, and don’t notice them until halfway through the first time I wear them. Then, of course, they annoy the heck out of me for the rest of the day.
Susan
It’s when I’m sitting on a side street waiting to get out and a vehicle is approching on the busy mainstreet from the left…and I’m waiting…and it’s approaching…and in the same movement of turning his steering wheel to the right, he flicks the turn signal on. YOU MFSOB! What do you think I was sitting here for? The view?
And these are the people who complain of others not using theirs, saying “Oh, I always turn my signal on.”
Oh and at the store. When I’m third or more back in line and waiting awhile, they open a new register and the person behind me, or just arriving at the front, dives into the open lane.
Excuse me? Have you been waiting longer than us? Your time more valuable than anyone else’s? I half-way blame the check out person. They should ask “Can I help THE NEXT IN LINE you selfish SOB?” and require some manners from these dipsticks.
Huh? It’s a new line. Who says people on pre-existing lines get first dibs? If that were the policy, there’d be a “one line only” sign, and the person at the front of that line would go to the next available register, like the line for tellers at a bank. Very rarely have I seen a retail store do this, and never at a supermarket. In all these “separate line” cases, a new line is a new line – first come, first served. You should always keep a peripheral eye out for a teller about to open a lane.
One store near me tries to make this clear with signs at each register saying, “Form Separate Lines For Each Register”. There simply isn’t enough space for a humungous single line to form. Nevertheless, some people still just go to the back of the longest line and then get mad when someone else steps up to an open register and pays for their stuff. Unbelievable.
My line-related rant would be to complain about single-threaded lines, especially for food, like at a cafeteria or highway rest stop restaurant. So there’s this a huge logjam behind the people waiting for hamburgers or pizza made to order (or people trying to decide what they want), and all I want is to get to the prepackaged sandwiches and soda and stuff. I push past them and they give me dagger looks like I’m cutting. What, am I supposed to wait 20 minutes while you get your dinner made?
The words “cross” and “crucifix” are not synonyms: a crucifix has a body on it, everything else is a cross. Fucking Rolling Stone ought to know better. (grumble grumble)
Hey, whatever sells tickets, I suppose. Though I’d have thought an ice rink wouldn’t have been the most conducive environment for that sort of thing.
There’s this woman who works on my floor who walks … really … slowly … and … always … in … the … middle … of … the … corridor …
I always seem to get stuck behind her, and I hate having to either slow down or awkwardly push past her (because the corridor is not very wide).
Of course she’s not rushing, because this usually happens when she’s returning to her desk after a cigarette. It’s not like she’s old or decrepit or limping or anything, she’s just returning from her break at a leisurely pace.
I really hate her for no reason other than she walks so slowly in front of me. Whenever I see her I think ill thoughts about her. I hope I never have to work with her because I already hate her.
I need to rant about my sucky-ass memory.
I bought a chocolate bar the other day. It was a big grand production, with much scrutiny of labels and debating the virtues of one chocolate compared to another and consulting with the cashier. I paid for it, then walked away and left it on the counter. :smack:
I “lost” five collectible cards by putting them into sleeves, placing them face-down on the table, then, about three seconds later, looking at the table and thinking, “Derrrrrrr, oh, lookee, some card sleeves!” and putting them back into the packet of empty sleeves. :smack:
I have been out of black tea for a week, and finally got around to getting a tin of Yunnan at the tea shop, and spent the whole evening thinking about how lovely it would be to have some black tea the next morning at the the office. And of course I left it sitting on the endtable in the livingroom. :smack:
And AMEN about Comic Sans. It looks so damn cutesy-wootsy and unprofessional! It drives me absolutely bonkers when people use it in Powerpoint presentations. (Mars Rover people, I’m looking in your direction. Your results are fantastic; your slides look stoooopid. The fact that you ALL use on EVERYTHING, despite the fact that it looks retarded, makes me think there was a directive issued by Dan Goldin, or something.) Someone in our building is so frickin’ in love with it that it’s used on an engraved plaque on an expensively mounted and framed piece of artwork. And, guess what? IT LOOKS LIKE ASS.
Grow up and pick a real font!
I hate her too! I don’t think I need any more reasons. I’m really pretty easy to get along with for the most part, but I can’t stand being constantly and unnecessarily *slowed * throughout the day.
For thems as hates comic sans – this site’s for you.
What irritates me no end: My personal email uses commas to separate multiple recipients – work needs commas. I always get it wrong at work and have to go back and correct.
Commercials. Sure everyone hates commercials but these ones are particularly annoying.
The “I found love at a K-Mart store” in that country music drawl is like daggers being stabbed into my brain. It’s been going on for months now. Please make it stop!
Any commercial using doorbell sounds or door knocking. My stupid dog must bark at them. I love Ferrero Rocher chocolate but why must they have an entire commercial just of doorbells and door knocking?! It will play for another month and a half now to torture me. And Domino’s pizza puts there doorbell sound at the end of the commercial when you think the commercial is over so everytime I think “wait, was that my doorbell?” and the dog barks some more.
Remember all the rolls of that crinkly smooth paper that faxes used to use before they came out with faxes that could use regular paper? I know what happened to it. They cut the rolls in half and sold it to various companies. Firms like the one I work for. To use as toilet paper in the stalls.
When a traveler calls Me (the Corporate Travel Guru) to complain about his itinerary because it’s not on their favorite airline, or staying at their favorite hotel, or because they have to connect in (WAAAAH!!) Atlanta.
I explain to them that I’ve done the work on their travel and it’s the best way to go.
Then, invariably, some will respond…
“Well, can’t you do any better?”
And I think “Are you insinuating I haven’t done the best I can already?”
the typo thread reminded me of when I was appliying for colleges
My full name could be 3 first names. My first name was not very common in the 70’s. So I would invariably receive letters acknowledging my application addressed to Ms Lastnamefirst Firstnamelastandmisspelled because surely I must have filled out the application incorrectly because LastName is so obviously a female first name and since we (the college) have never heard of FirstName as a first name, it must therefore be the last name.
Ha! Work safe photo
At the Safeway I go to, whenever they open a new line, the cashier comes up and pulls the very next person in line over - they’ve been waiting the longest, so yeah, they get dibs.
I’ve even seen it happen where the new person tries to rush in and be ‘next,’ and the cashier will still go around and take the person who’s been waiting the longest. Makes perfect sense to me.
My rants:
Foot draggers. I can’t stand that “scuff-scuff-scuff” sound. Pick up your feet!
People who try to get on an elevator without letting the others off first. Hey, here’s a clue: if you’d let me get off the damn elevator first, you wouldn’t have to shuffle and push around me and the other people like that just to get on. Let me get off, then there’s plenty of room for you to get on. It’s not going anywhere without you. It’s just an elevator, not the bullet train.
I swear, all of them. People who block the whole escalator to people who are in more of a hurry than them because they cannot step to the right side of it; people who’ll try to squeeze into crowded busses or trains without letting people get off it first; people who will not move more to the rear of the bus but instead clutter the doors. I hate them all.
I hate people who don’t use their turn signals, and expect you to read their mind.
Picture, if you will: me waiting (blinker on) to make a left turn onto a very busy major street. Idiot-without-blinker sits directly opposite, ostensibly waiting to cross. He’s going straight, I’m turning, he’s got the right-of-way, no? A large gap in traffic comes and I’m watching him, waiting for a move. After a few seconds, he starts frantically waving at me, making rude hand gestures and that “what kind of idiot are you?” facial expression. So, I made my left turn, and as soon as I do so, I see him in my mirror making his own left turn. I was grumpy about it for the rest of the day.
I hate that I have to double click to get my remote car door opener to open the back doors of the Taurus. Yes, I get it about the safety feature, but it’s a PIA.
I also hate people who are receptionists or whatever and DON’T look up when you approach their desk/table/cubicle and you stand there like an idiot.
And people who hog the hallway and don’t walk fast deserved to be mown down by those of us who actually have work to do.
And I don’t like pissed off fans either–it’s a game-show a little sportsmanship.
That felt good. Thanks.
I hate waiting for online purchases. Hate hate hate!! I ordered a bunch of t-shirts last week and they’re still. Not. Here. And I’m getting really impatient because: 1. I have no patience at all and 2. I’m doing an important school project on them!!!
THEY BETTER GET HERE SOON!!! :mad:
