I hate automated response messages (like the one I got from Netflix last week).
In the same vein as the elevator message… when people that are trying to get into a classroom barge in and don’t let the people out that were in the previous class. And since I’m talking about school, I hate how everyone collectively starts packing up their stuff 5 minutes before the lecture is supposed to end. It’s rude and distracting!
I also hate the stigma that’s attached to internet dating. If you’re a little weird, it’s sometimes hard to find equally weird people within your social circle. I do hate internet dating though. No wait, I hate dating in general! BLAH!!
I remember wayyyy back when someone tried something like this in The Pit, offering people a thread to put in mini-rants. Dear little stupid Sam Hell.
Anyway, I hate people who drive past my house with music so loud I can make it out with the windows closed from the second floor.
Also people with screaming kids that they don’t take out of the resteraunt, or toilet train properly while I’M TAing (no, I’m not getting paid to clean up your kid’s accidents) or just badly-brought up kids in general.
Ya know, when you are walking up to the registers, and you see peoples backs at the register area? Well, they are the “First Come” bunch as (say it with me) they were already there when you arrived. As such, they should be “First Served” because they have been waiting longer than you have.
How can you justify taking a register ahead of someone that arrived before you? Do you walk past the line of people at the restaurant and sit down because a table clears as you happen to arrive?
It’s not about what you can get away with, it’s about manners.
I hate when people don’t call you back when they say they will.
I hate people who boo the oppsoing team for throwing to first base or when the manager or pitching coach comes out to talk to the pitcher.
I hate those people that pull up to an intersection just as the light is changing so you are green and they are getting red and they are making a right turn and they have to do thay quick pull out in front of the oncoming traffic because god forbid theyhave to wait anothe minute.
Ha, I must admit, I partially replied as I did out of an irrational desire to irritate you. Sorry, and I don’t know you and all, but it’s true
Nevertheless I do stand by the principle that most store lines are fundamentally “separate lines” in nature, i.e., “first come [to that particular register], first served”, and I have no problem with either being the first one to cut over, or missing out on a 5 minute speedup because I was picking my nose or talking to my children when it opened.
Your restaurant analogy is faulty. A restaurant line IS like a bank teller line: there’s only ONE maitre d’ with ONE list of names. And it is not strictly FCFS there either, as usually there is a priority weighting based on party size. If you’re a table for two, you will likely get seated before a table for 10.
Think of it this way: at a supermarket (which is where I was picturing this scenario playing out), if there are 4 lines, and a new register opens up TWO lines over from where you are, do you get mad if the people on the line closer to the new register cut over even if they got on their lines after you got on yours?
If you admit that this is not rational, then what difference is it if you are on the most proximate line? Either everyone is supposed to wait for the next available register, which is clearly false, or anyone can get onto any line, and new lines are just that – open to all comers.
Imagine 4 registers with one person at each of them, where “x” is a register and the numbers represent people in line order:
x x x x
1 1 1 1
You show up (person A) and pick a line on which to be the “first one next”:
x x x x
1 1 1 1
A
Then someone else (person B) shows up and picks a different one.
x x x x
1 1 1 1
A B
Now the person in front of B finishes first (maybe the person in front of you is fumbling for a pen in her purse to write a check). Is person B supposed to wave you in front and switch over to line 3 or 4?
Them: “Hi, are you there?”
Me: “Yes.”
Them: “Can I ask you something?”
Me: “Yes.”
Then…NOTHING…no reply…no question…zero. Even when I:
Me: “I’m here. Hello? You had a question?”
10 minutes later:
Them: “Oh, sorry. I had something to do.”
Well, TELL ME THAT!!
Would you call me on the phone and lay it down for 10 minutes?
For really big conference calls:
Gasbag Leader: “Well, let’s first go around and everyone tell something about themselves.”
No, dummy, you’ve got 50 people on this call. We don’t care about how long they’ve worked here. Or if it’s cold where they live. Or if little Zippy is playing soccer. We have work to do. Get to the point of the call!!!
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I appreciate the honesty as I too have been known to post a reply with the same intent.
I believe there are numerous scenarios that would not play out well. In Walmart there are like twenty registers ranging over a hundred and fifty feet. If you are in the left-most lane and a right-most opens twenty-five yards away, I don’t expect any thing like what is being discussed. I do, however, think that if you are the third or fouth back from the cashier, and another cashier moves in behind the register next to the existing line, the person who jumps to the head of the new line is a rude and inconsiderate slob.
In answer to your hypothetical “B” before “A” then yes, I have done just that. I also have invited someone appearing at the line shortly after me who has a few items as opposed to my many to go ahead of me.
I think that in the typical setting, were registers are proximal to each other, those that have finished shopping first and moved into line first and have been waiting longer should be served first. If the store was set up to force people to act in the correct mannor, there would be a Disney-like cattle shoot opening to a bank of registers and proper manners would be mandated by the physical constaints.
It should not be necessary to force polite actions.
This reminds me of one of my husband’s friends who is a Vikings fan. One time, the Vikings lost a Big Game, and he was literally on suicide watch.
I’m not kidding.
Three of this guy’s friends went to his house to keep him from doing anything stupid.
And one time, when the Vikings made a Stupid Play, he threw his remote through his 60-inch TV.
I understand liking a sport and getting a kick out of watching it and/or betting on it, but I don’t understand why some people get so emotionally involved in it.
While we’re in the grocery store mode, and it is the season, lets talk about grocery carts.
I do not understand how people completely forget they are not the only ones shopping in a store. Why yes, plant your cart in the middle of the aisle, then block the only side I could possibly pass you, stand there, and bend over and just stare at the food.
Yes, I say, “excuse me”. I work in grocery stores all day long, but damn people! WTH are you thinking? Do you even think? Oh ya, you’re busy thinking, do I pay 59 cents for this can of corn, or do I get 2 for $1.00.
Just park yer damn cart to one side and be aware if people are able to pass you. Stare at the corn all day long, just let me pass.
If you want to know a great trick, just park your cart in a nice empty spot at the end of the aisles and just run back and forth grabbing what you need. It’s much faster when the stores are jam packed.
And while I’m here, I pit the little old lady i saw today who proclaimed loudly, “OH, that’s too much money (some amount around $1.00 for a can of cranberry sauce), I’ll just take my business to Wal-Mart, I know they must be cheaper”.
Holy Mary, drive your frail butt to Wal-Mart to save 6 cents, you go girl. I hope when you get there, they’re sold out. No cranberry sauce for you!
I have 2 more days in grocery stores before Thanksgiving, I may be posting again soon.
My rant is about pineapple packers, or people who pack pineapples. I love the giant hunks of semi-fresh pineapples that come packed in the little plastic tubs. I bought some tonight because they were half off. Somebody didn’t remove all the non-edible bits from the fruity part. I’m munching away when I encounter something a little more resistant than the average pineapple. Then my tongue is burning from being mutilated, then having pineapple juice squirted into the lacerations.
My new co-worker. She’s a nice person, really, and I want to like her…but she’s a talker. She has this constant need to chat. I feel like a punching bag at the end of the day from being pelted with her words for eight hours. Even when she’s not talking to me, she’s talking near me, and it’s never anything interesting or important, just stream-of-consciousness prattle flowing endlessly from her flapping pie-hole. Did I mention she’s a nice person?
Another thing about her is that, being new, she doesn’t have a whole lot to do yet, so she takes little things and makes them big. She spent the whole day yesterday wringing her hands over a problem which could really only be solved by asking a certain important doctor a question. But she “didn’t want to bother him”, so she bothered everyone else instead. Finally, after the 8th “I don’t know what else to do-o!” I told her she could take the problem to our supervisor, but the first thing our supervisor would want to know was whether she had asked the doctor. She saw the logic of this, asked the doctor, problem solved.
And one more thing…she writes everything on a Post-It note! She’s gone through more Post-Its in the last two weeks than I have in the last month. We’re supposed to keep a log of incoming calls; she will grab the Post-Its lying on top of the log and write the information there. If she notices we call a certain number all the time, she’ll write it on a Post-It note and stick it on a piece of paper listing numbers we call all the time. She doodles on them like they’re a friggin sketch pad.
You know, I’m starting to think of more and more things that annoy me about my new co-worker. Perhaps I shall just go back to gritting my teeth and reminding myself how nice she is, because the longer I spend composing this post, the more likely it is that I will start walloping her about the head and shoulders with an office chair.
I hate it when people assume because I’m wearing the visiting team’s jersy that I must be from that city! I mean obviously *everybody *who lives in this city must be a fan of the home team!
Oh oh oh! I just have to add one more irritation with the co-worker: She’s been sick with some virus for weeks, and she won’t go to the doctor. I caught it from her, went to the doctor and took several prescriptions, got well…and now I think I’m getting it again. Co-worker is still hacking, talking in my face, using my telephone, etc. If I get this bug again, I swear before all that is holy that I will…fantasize even more vividly about walloping her with my office chair. I mean it.
My one thing that invariably leads to all other rants: Be aware of your surroundings! There are people in the world other than YOU! For the most part, things that tick me off come from festering, self-centred twats who are blinded in the wondrous creation that is themselves.
Example 1: Doors. Marvelous contraptions. All the ingressing and egressing you could want, free of charge! It can be overwhelming for some, but if you find it the glory of it all too taxing please move aside. Stopping dead after you’ve used the door is poor form.
Example 2: Sidewalks. Really, they’re for everyone. Walking down the exact centre of one that has scaffolding over it (thereby reducing it’s width) is inadvisable. I’m sure most people will turn sideways so that you’re not inconvenienced, but I won’t. Actually, the correct phrase would be: “I didn’t”. That’s how you ended up on your butt. As the Merovingian would say: “Cause and effect.”
Example 3: Automobile turn signals. There’s absolutely no way that this could possibly be a “small” rant on my part, since I simply cannot believe the apocalyptic stupidity and incredible self-centredness that would lead someone to believe that they have no obligation to advise others on the road what their intentions are. This is the blackest/whitest issue I can think of: If you don’t use your signal, you are a donkey-farking idiot. Yes, you. You specifically. You who are reading this right now. If you are thinking to yourself “Well, I use it most of the time”, you may as well lube up the burro, you mule-fouling, pack-animal defiler.
I work customer service for a large company, and I hate the following people:
People who call me from weddings/concerts/the movies/etc about a problem with the product.
People who use our consumer line as a place to teach their kids how to use the phone. “Okay, Johnny, tell the lady what you think about this product. Go on, tell her, and she will send you something free!”
People who call our customer service line and talk about things that don’t matter for half an hour at a time. “Like the time I took the ferry over to shelbyville. I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time…”
Additional rant: people who will inconvenience many others because they don’t want to be inconvenienced. For example, today is our Thanksgiving potluck at work. And much of the food will be cold because last year one person had a mild “reaction” to the sterno cans that keep the food hot. Go eat in your goddamn office, you selfish git! Let the other 37 people eat a hot meal. But NO, we all have to eat congealed yams and cold stuffing because of one frickin’ person. Luckily a few people brought crock-pots this year, so the food won’t be as cold as last year.
Hear hear! I think you and I have basically the same idea, though I phrase it differently: Remember that everyone else is a person, too. Maybe that guy speeding past you is just an asshole, or maybe he’s really late for work, like you were last week. Whever we’re rude, we have an excuse for it, but when other people are rude, it’s suddenly becuase they’re bad people.
This one has been building for a long time, but isn’t really bad enough for it’s own thread. I work for a small company that publishes newsletters. I hate HATE HATE people who demand that we “TAKE ME OFF YOUR MAILING LIST!!!” and then don’t tell us wtf their address is!
Also, I can’t stand drivers. Any of them. Ever. I love my roommates and friends, but they’re just as bad as everyone else. And when I drive, I’m just as bad, I’m sure.
Well, typically people who are on a long line adjacent to a new register opening do get first dibs, and as a practical matter generally do, 'cause they’re the closest. I was arguing that in principle it shouldn’t matter, which means that from a philosophical point of view, it’s nothing to get upset over.
Personally usually give this courtesy, though timing is involved. if I’m on the adjacent line when a new register opens, I’ll wait up to maybe 5 seconds to see if anyone ahead of me is moving over before making my move. (Some people simply never change lines.) Longer than that and the most likely result is that people from a completely other line (or newcomers) will fill the space.
Of course I agree that it’d be rude to body-check someone to get to the front, i.e., if you’re fourth in the old line and are trying to get in front of the person who’s right in front of you to beat them to the new line. That falls in the category of “went the extra mile to be a jerk”.
Inconceivable!
And what about the people behind you, eh? Nice way to make a decision for them! My next minor rant will be on people on line in front of me who wave people ahead of them… Oh yes, and here’s my to-do list for the rest of the day, want to reschedule that for me as well?
I hate it when people ask me how to spell a word. I especially hate it when said person is one of my co-workers, and should be fully aware that we have a dictionary sitting on the shelf at the front of the office. And I really, really hate it when said person is sitting at a desk with a computer hooked up to the internet and can easily look up a word on one of the many online dictionaries available to them.
Also, an “open rant”: hey, cashier type people–when you give me my change, put the coins in my hand, then give me the bills. Don’t put the coins on top of the bills, especially brand new, crisp, super slick bills, which almost guarantees that the coins will fly all over the place as soon as I move my hand. This is especially crucial in drive-thru situations, as I do not enjoy getting out of my car to fish my change out of the gutter. Got that?
This is merely the tip of my “I hate it” iceberg, but it will do for now.
