That reminds of a rant I’ve been meaning to post for awhile - people in parking lots. I know that they know there are people driving in the parking lot - 10 seconds ago, they were one of them. So why do you figure they walk down the middle of the driving lane, or amble sideways across the lane instead of taking the shortest, most direct path? Do you suppose they enjoyed waiting for pedestrians being dumbasses when they were drivers, 10 seconds ago? I don’t think so. Also, hold your kids by the hand in parking lots - you know the way you just tore through here as fast as you could? That’s what the other wannabe Indy 500 parking lot drivers are now doing, with YOUR kids lined up as the victims if they dart out in front of them. I don’t want to see any child get splattered because all y’all are too stupid to figure out that there are both cars AND pedestrians in parking lots. And put your damned carts back in the cart corrals. Don’t just leave them where you emptied them - didn’t your parents raise you any better? Oh yeah, dirty diapers and the contents of your ashtrays go in a garbage bin, not beside your car.
Oh my God, this one drives me nuts. If you can shlepp that cart-full of crap all over a 10,000 SF Costco, then you can at least put the cart back in a corral, if not take it back to the front of the store. That goes for the grocery store too. And don’t tell me that it’s somebody else’s job, you twit. The distorted sense of entitlement some people have is depressing.
You used it- you put it back.
They make tools for that?
featherlou, I agree completely, it drives me bonkers, the slow aimless diagonal wander across the lane of a parking lot.
GRRRRR
This is why I love the ghetto Piggly Wiggly in town. Their parking lot is too small for cart corrals, so they have guys who carry your bags to the car for you in a trolley and help you load your car. It may be a dingy little store in a crappy part of town, but the people there treat you right.
And how 'bout those assholes who ignore those funny lines on the road that make up the LANES you are supposed to drive in? Just because there’s nobody parked there doesn’t mean you are free to drive diagonally across the lot! I almost got nailed by big ass truck one day because he decided to drive between two parked cars instead of going aaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way down the aisle and turn around.
Domino’s Pizza, listen up:
I have about fifteen and a half zillion thousand purchase points, but I am not redeeming them. Why? BEcause I don’t want a “single topping” pizza. Who does that?
My life is not empty because I’m an atheist, you idiotic, close-minded fuck, nor does my lack of belief in anything and everything ‘spiritual’ mean I’m a bigot. You can believe whatever the fuck you want to and I don’t give a damn. And I’m all for open, civilized debate and discussion. But when you start to get judgmental and say that I ‘obviously’ can’t be a moral person because I don’t believe in some variety of the Great Woo-Woo in the Sky, I’m going to get fucking pissed off.
AND STOP WITH THE FUCKING DRUM CIRCLES IN THE COURTYARD YOU CRYSTAL-GAZING IDIOTS I HOPE A METEOR PLUMMETS OUT OF THE SKY AND KILLS YOU ALL.
Why, oh, why didn’t I stock up on tunic style shirts?! These idiotic empire waistline things are exactly the wrong cut for my torso. 
A message for the douchebag lighting low-grade fireworks (not fire crackers like sparklers and the like but actual fireworks that explode in pink and green bursts of fire in the sky) on the roof of the building next door, just so you know I called the police and I hope they arrest your ass. DO NOT BURN DOWN MY APARTMENT BECAUSE YOU HAVE A PYROTECHNIC BUG UP YOUR BUTT! This is NYC, not bumfuck, NE, and you can and will cause a tremendous amount of damage to millions of dollars worth of property and possibly kill people and their pets if your piss-poor attempt at a hobby goes awry.
Boy, I’m ranty lately!
Who in their right fucking mind brings an 11-year-old girl to an adult birthday party? A party where people are going to be drinking heavily, frolicking naked in a hot tub, and possibly getting hot’n’heavy in the living room before taking it down the hall. (The homeowners and many of the guests are in open relationships and/or enjoy various levels of exhibitionism/voyeurism, so they’ve been known to drag the futon mattress into the middle of the living room.) Oh, you couldn’t find a sitter? Too fucking bad - don’t come then assholes. Leave “early” before things get crazy? What about the person (ME!!) who has to leave at 10:30 to get home to her kids? Thanks for being ridiculously inconsiderate you douchebags.
And to my darling husband … yes, you had to fall asleep on the futon by yourself since I went home early and you chose to stay. I know you miss me. But what the everlovin’ FUCK made you think it was OK to call (twice!) at 3:00 AM just to say goodnight?! I don’t sleep well without you here either, so I was tossing and turning for a good hour after I went to bed. You know I’m going to have to wake up in the middle of the night for the boys. Plus, you get to sleep in until noon, whereas I had to get up and make breakfast for the two-year-old. ARGH!
AgreeANCE??? Are you kidding me? (No, not on this board, on another one, but DAMN!).
I’m doing good. No, no you’re NOT!!! You’re doing well, unless by “doing good” you mean you’re involved in charitable works
Ax. Please, can we AXE this word now??? (and NO, it’s not a “black thing” it’s a “certain areas of NYC, Boston, Philly, wannabe old style gangster/wise guy thing” also. Come on! Say task, say mask, say flask, do you pronounce ANY of those with an “x” on the end. And don’t give me the “oh, but some people can’t physically pronounce it” crap either, see above with “flask” etc. Can you say asskicking, without the -icking? Okay then.
Irregardless …sigh, from a person with more degrees than I have pairs of high heels no less. And lookit that, the little generic spell-checker underline thingie doesn’t even pick up on it, it will flag the word “okay” but noooo "irregardless is just fine and dandy. That’s IT, get me an uzi, I’m climbing a tower.
Okay, I get it, some folks aren’t educated, and some folks (myself included) are lousy typists and occasionally make funny typos. But it’s not those folks I’m pitting, it’s those, like my co-worker with the string of degrees, who don’t care enough to type the correct form of your/you’re in an email or use the correct word or pronunciation of a word.
People…PEOPLE, algebra and trig are difficult, correct word use, pronunciation and spelling are not…REALLY!
Why does Launchcast not support Firefox?! I don’t like IE, but if I want to listen to my launchcast station I have to use it.
(what? this is the mini-rants thread!)
Dear potential employer- if you call me at 5:30 on friday afternoon and tell me to call first thing monday morning to schedule my fourth (final?) interview sometime on monday, and then I call on monday AM dutifully, excitedly, and you tell me you’ll call me back, please realize that I am waiting by the phone! Not calling back is torture. I understand that there is more going on for you, but understand that nothing more is going on for me! Paranoia is beginning to set in. Why was it important to call me on late friday, but not at all on monday? what changed? arghhhhhhhh
Much like adults forget what it’s like to be teenagers, I think hirers begin to forget what it’s like to be looking for a job.
My digestive tract needs a good pitting, right from stomach to other end. I’m running out of ideas of what is causing my never-ending upset system; I am not tolerating something I’m eating at all, and I don’t know what it is. I have one more idea of something to eliminate (hah! I make choke!), and if that doesn’t bung things up, it’s off to the doctor for him to tell me he doesn’t know what’s wrong with me, but let’s get started on six months of testing to narrow down which food I’m not tolerating. Bah.
A job at the beer store sounds great, eh? And some parts of it are, for sure. But we also sell a number of convenience store type items, including glass roses and single brillo pads. That crackhead combo comes up to $4.15, if you’re interested. While it makes me feel ill enough just to have to sell that shit to people, knowing that means they’re about to go do some crack, I’ve noticed a trend that really disturbs me. Often, the customers buying that combo are older men with significantly younger women. Pretty sure I know how honeybaby gets her fix, and it makes me literally nauseated. It’s bad enough that I know these people are about to go smoke crack, now I gotta know that they’re going to have gross drugwhore sex too.
Eww. Holy crap. I was gonna post my own tale of woe, but that’s just woke me up to the fact that it ain’t so bad, the shit I’ve had to deal with at work today.
Uh, thanks, bufftabby?
Don’t even get me started on the lottery addicts. Saturday I sold one woman $300 in tickets, and she only won about $60. I feel bad for them more than anything else, though. At least I see more lottery addicts than crack addicts. Hell, even the crack addicts don’t waste their money on lottery tickets.
Yeah, it’s downright horrible, and being “literally nauseated” is certainly an appropriate reaction to the assumption that someone patronizing your store may be using shudder drugs at some undetermined point in the near future, which will have absolutely zero effect on you. Not only that, but they might be having drug user sex! It’s like elderly sex, but worse! Holy shit!
:rolleyes:
My issue is that the girls seem to be prostituting themselves for crack with some really skeevy-looking gents. If that doesn’t bother you, then more power to you.
Eh, I guess I’m just a little confused that selling possible potential paraphernalia is enough to make you literally feel sick, but that selling alcoholics the drugs that will eventually kill them doesn’t even rate a mention.