Teachers, lecturers etc. Please staple sheets of paper together with the staple in the top left hand corner. It isn’t hard to do.
I’d like to pit a neighbor of mine for publicly masturbating his dog.
WOOOOO! I mas… ehhhh, can’t do it.
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Aren’t daytime running lights legally mandated on all new cars in Canada?
I’d like to personally address the asshole coming from the opposite direction, who decided to ignore the lines on the road and drive about two feet into my lane: HA-HA! Made you flinch, fucker! Don’t play chicken with a pissed off bitch who has a piece of shit car and the right-of-way!!! And stay in your goddamn lane!
Another driving one:
People who think that they need to hit the brakes to slow down their car. Driving along, driving along, “Woops! Need to slow down a bit!” tap the brakes, driving along, “Ooh! Now I’m going a bit too slow!” tap the gas, driving along, “Woops! Need to slow down a bit!” Ad infinitum
I really don’t get this. From behind, it looks like you’re tapping out messages to me in Morse code. Don’t your leg muscles hurt from all that back and forth between brake pedal and gas? And not only that…when I see you hit your brakes and I can’t see around your massive SUV/Van/Whathaveyou, I think you’re stopping. So I hit my brakes, too, see? And then I’m forced into your annoying little brakedance routine.
Release or let up on the gas pedal for a second! You’ll slow down! I promise.
Honestly.
I hope this has no relation to how you got your user name.
People who honk their horns for no apparent reason other than their frustration. Do you think it’s going to make the traffic in front of you evaporate? Do you think the other drivers are going to say “OH! I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was in your way. Here, let me just move so you can get to work. Pardon me.”
Stupid idiot jerk-offs who physically move the critical IT infrastructure of a large organization without the sign-off of the ONLY PERSON who is capable of re-connecting it (and against direct orders from the person in charge of infrastructure, critical or otherwise), and who then blame that person when the critical IT infrastructure is down for three days and counting.
Not that I’m bitter.
Fucking amateurs.
If we have have a thread called “WTF moments on your favourite messageboard”, I know what I’m going to nominate.
What do I pit?
That I, who normally look like this: Piccy (well, I don’t normally wear that outfit, but yanno) had some publicity photos taken with myself, my husband, and a friend of ours for a play we’re in. Six of them turned out really cute and one turned out really, really, really, bad and we asked politely if they might consider not using it. Guess which one they used? This one. They caught me just as I was looking up to my husband. The fuckers didn’t even say “cheese.” You may not be able to tell since the pic is so small…but in a giant full color pic in the paper I looked like the frog woman from Mars. I looked like I gained 300 lbs. My tounge was actually sticking a little way out my mouth since I was TALKING when he snapped the shot! Here’s another link to that photo, in case you can’t see that one: bleagh
Now, I realize worse things could happen, but they had six other very good pictures to use! Why would they choose this crappy one? And when they ran the thumbnail pic the day before and I called and asked very nicely if they might consider using one of the other ones for the real pic the photo editor was such a DICK! GrrrrRRR!
Fuckers who fail to read and understand the little highway signs that say “SLOWER TRAFFIC KEEP RIGHT”. If you’re in the left lane and you have ten cars backed up behind you, MOVE THE FUCK OVER at your earliest convenience. Thank you.
One of my friends lives half a block from a 31% grade street here in San Francisco. It’s a scary block, considering you can’t see what’s in front of you for about a dozen feet at the crest. It’s a one-way street, downhill, for good reason. If you approach from the bottom, the arrows painted on the roadway, pointing downward are at eye level.
I see people driving up all the time!
Sometimes there aren’t. At the college I attend, if you get there at the wrong time of the day you can spend at least a half hour cruising from one parking lot to the next, and if you’re lucky you might find one open spot after checking the entirety of two or three lots. In those situations, hell yeah I’m following people around trying to get a space, because if I don’t get that one I’ll spend the next hour looking and will probably miss my class.
Mine too!
Here’s my new grudge: vBulletin’s arbitrary way of deciding (however the hell it does it) that I’ve “read” a post. I always check my User CP for subscribed threads with unread activity, and I often find myself having to scroll up and re-find my place after I click “Last unread post”. I’m pretty sure it considers everything “read” when I log off, and I think it resets and calls everything “read” after an arbitrary period of time, too. Really disorienting; pisses me off.

At a four-way stop you do not have to wait for the other three drivers to all use simultaneous hand mothions to tell you its YOUR TURN.
That shit kills me too. And how about this one? You’re at a two-way (there’s a freeway ramp near my place like this), and you think you’re up second, and the other guy thinks he’s up second too. You make the first move by waving him ahead. Then he just sits there and stares at you. You wave him ahead about thirty-seven thousand more times, and he stares at you. You figure it’s a lost cause and start rolling forward, and then he guns it and almost kills you racing across. What the hell, man? I told you to go ahead, freaking go ahead THEN, not after I’ve given up and started moving.

People who talk on cellphones in the bathroom. STOP IT.
Seriously! That’s so creepy!

Aren’t daytime running lights legally mandated on all new cars in Canada?
They are here, too, but you can still turn them off, as necessary sometimes in (say) a drive-in movie theater. And that’s only new cars.
They are here, too, but you can still turn them off, as necessary sometimes in (say) a drive-in movie theater. And that’s only new cars.
No I can’t. I can’t even turn off my headlights without killing the engine. Serious design flaw for someone who works nights. ('99 GM suv) (and I know the trick with the emergency brake. doesn’t work in every situation.)
I’m not aware of any such trick. I have an '02 GM SUV and there’s a switch for it.
I’m not aware of any such trick. I have an '02 GM SUV and there’s a switch for it.
They added the switch after '99 (not sure when). Before that (at least, in my brother-in-law’s '98 GM pickup), the emergency/parking brake would over-ride the “always on” setting. The trick was to push the pedal “one click”. Not enough to engage the brake, but enough to be able to turn the lights on and off manually. This works on my car, but only until you touch the shifter, steering wheel or a pedal. (Or the wind blows or you change positions or breathe too hard or…)

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Aren’t daytime running lights legally mandated on all new cars in Canada?
Daytime running lights are not fog lamps. They’re just your headlights running at a different voltage. Fog lights are two sets of eyes; daytime running lights are just one. And in any case, it’s DARK here. What’s this about daylight on the way to work??

Another driving one:
People who think that they need to hit the brakes to slow down their car. Driving along, driving along, “Woops! Need to slow down a bit!” tap the brakes, driving along, “Ooh! Now I’m going a bit too slow!” tap the gas, driving along, “Woops! Need to slow down a bit!” Ad infinitum
I really don’t get this. From behind, it looks like you’re tapping out messages to me in Morse code. Don’t your leg muscles hurt from all that back and forth between brake pedal and gas? And not only that…when I see you hit your brakes and I can’t see around your massive SUV/Van/Whathaveyou, I think you’re stopping. So I hit my brakes, too, see? And then I’m forced into your annoying little brakedance routine.
I think of this one as being madly in love with the brake pedal. You know, that kind of obsessive infatuation that makes you reach down every few seconds just to… make sure… it’s still… there. :rolleyes:
People who talk during movies.
People who find out I have just turned 16, then ask me every time if I’ve gotten my license yet. When I say no, they exhale loudly, place their hand on their heart and say “PHEW! I WAS SCARED FOR MY LIFE JUST THERE! GOOD THING YOU AREN’T ON THE ROADS YET!”
Yes, I do understand that teen drivers are less responsible. That is a generalization and does not necessarily mean that I will speed around with a manic smile looking for people to hit. However, if you continue telling me I am a menace, I think I may have to make an exception in your case.
We have all been waiting in line for quite some time. Ah, it is your turn to order.
Why are you just now looking up at the giant menu? Why are you just now trying to decide what to get? The menu in these places rarely changes. The menu did not just suddenly appear. The menu has been visible and easy to read throughout our slow snaking towards the counter. There are even pictures if you have trouble with the reading task. You have had many minutes to make a selection. How is it possible you are not ready to order? Did you not understand that when you reached the front of the line, you would need to place the order? This should not come as a surprise. Please just select a burger and fries and move along. Many of us only have a short lunch break. Thank you.