Somewhat related to the OP: People who think it’s perfectly OK to stop their cars in the middle of the street to have a conversation, blocking traffic in both directions.
I generally drive a tank over these miscreants, squishing them into goo.
No, no hurry at all. I’m usually just going out for a stroll. It’s them and their laziness that annoys me.
Like smokers who constantly leaves the stamped out butts everywhere rather then putting it out and walking it the 10 feet to the garbage can. But that’s not a minor rudeness. Laziness and other inferiorities annoy me. But then I do kind of have a god complex. Other people, pfff!
I hear you, beagledave, but in my old-ass car, I sometimes can’t accelerate fast enough to keep them out. 
Op: The idiots who block off the stairways so they can chat between classes. I have to go across campus a couple times during my daily routine, and these people seem to ignore my requests for passage. I’d finally had it. I pulled out my zork blaster and deep fried them all.
Although, to be fair, Osiris (god complex? who, you? :)), there are quite a number of people who have knee or hip troubles that make climbing or descending even a small number of stairs difficult for them. Also, these people aren’t actually misusing the facility in the same way that elevator-door-holders or line-jumpers are, so I’m not sure they count as “rude”.
Same goes for WE’s slow walkers who don’t notice that someone behind them is trying to get around them. Ain’t no minimum speed posted on the sidewalk, nor is it usually obvious what’s going on behind you. Unless you’ve got several of them in a line blocking the entire sidewalk (and that’s rude no matter how fast you’re walking), I think we should move these folks and the short-hop-elevator-riders out of the “minor rudeness that makes you want to go postal” category and into the “minor inconvenience that you find personally irritating” one. Now where’d that thread go?
Some of 'em do… I had a coworker who didn’t understand how I could possibly be bothered by a loud, monosylllabic indication that a stranger would like to pork me.
Both elevators and airplanes are excellent sources of evil.
I was recently seated in the second row on a full flight. Everyone had boarded, stowed their stuff and been seated for a few minutes, when a harried-looking couple burst onto the scene, toting a toddler.
OK, so when you have a toddler, it’s sometimes difficult to get places on time. We understand.
We even understand that you need to sit together as a couple, so that you can share in the responsibility for taking care of the baby. For this reason, the wife of the nice blind man in the front row has volunteered to take the only other empty seat on the plane (in the back row), and leave her husband in the care of his seeing eye dog.
What we don’t understand is why, although you certainly speak English, you don’t seem to be able to comprehend it.
When the flight attendant tells you that you cannot stow your belongings on the floor in front of you, and that you will have to use the overhead bin, that DOES NOT mean that you are to shove your belongings under YOUR seat (which space has been designated for MY belongings), thus displacing mine and shoving them against my feet.
Further, when I attempt to tell you that your belongings and mine are not going to fit into my space, and you ignore me, wouldn’t you agree that it’s OK for me to take your belongings from beneath your seat and drop them onto your head?
I’m waiting to pull out while your slow, lumbering ass approaches my street. Slower…slower, oh, gee - you’re turning right onto my street! I could have pulled out five minutes ago had you USED YOUR GODDAMN TURN SIGNAL.
That’s interesting. You’ve just come to a complete stop right in front of me. Now you’re just sitting there. What could you be doing? Hey, look - reverse lights! I guess you’re going to parallel park now. Oh, am I too close, and you can’t back up? Maybe I would have gone around had you USED YOUR GODDAMN TURN SIGNAL.
I’d sure like to get into the weaving exit lane, but you’re just rolling along over there, at sea, going straight, I guess. No, wait! You’re trying to get in front of me! Wouldn’t have been a problem if you had USED YOUR GODDAMN TURN SIGNAL.
I’m sorry that you have to wait for me now that I’m walking in the crosswalk. I might have waited for you to turn first, had I known you were turning instead of going straight, which I certainly would have known had you USED YOUR GODDAMN TURN SIGNAL.
<now for the maneuver that instantly fills me with rage>
I’ve chosen to stay in the left lane and follow you once the light changes, since I turn left in a few blocks. Ah, green light…uh…why aren’t you going? Oh, I see - it’s because you’re turning left! Why am I honking at you? I must be some kind of asshole…or…is it because you have yet to USE YOUR GODDAMN TURN SIGNAL???!!! AAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGHHHHHHH!!!
Dooku I think I can clear that up - I live in Michigan, where we build cars, lots of them. And, it’s a little known fact that great quantities of them have been produced with the new “Turn Signal Optional” package.
I understand that it’s quite a big seller w/certain demographics. 
My example of minor rudeness was in a Safeway parking lot. Some wanker in a bee-yootiful new Lexus had parked in the cart space in the lot - he couldn’t really fit, but he blocked it up real nice so I couldn’t get the cart back into the space. I went and ratted him out to customer service - only later did I realize that the more appropriate action would have been to park the cart on the hood of his car.
(Dooku, you’re last item in your list is the reason I don’t have a gun in my car. What in the nine levels of hell makes people think that turning their left turn signal on only when the light changes to green is a good idea?!?)
featherlou, I don’t know if it’s worse in that situation when they turn it on after the light turns green, or when they never turn it on at all - like if they turn fast enough (which never happens) it will justify never using it. :rolleyes:
What would I be doing right now if I had a gun in my car? Time.
Just attach a flamethrower to the front, great for road-rage.
I work as a cashier.
People who throw money at me so that I have to scarmble to pick up their coins really annoy me.
When you call me on the phone, I expect that you intend to have a conversation with me. I do not expect that the words I am hearing you speak, very clearly I might add, into the phone are directed at someone else in the room with you, with whom you are actually conversing.
In the future, you will either a) politely tell the other individual, “Excuse me, I am on the phone”, or b) politely tell me, “Excuse me for a moment”, cover the mouthpiece, and say what you need to say to the other person.
Failing to do one of those things will result in me pulling a Mr. Smithers and bashing you in the head with the phone while screaming, “IT’S FOR YOU!”
The people in my town who think that ‘Fire Lane’ is an alternate spelling for ‘great parking spot’. Man, it just chaps my ass to see these guys parked on the curb in front of the strip mall, instead of in one of the thousands of empty parking spaces not 50ft away. They’re all over the friggin’ place, clogging up the traffic flow, making it hard to see pedestrians, GRRRRRRRRR!!!
I need to buy a towtruck, and drag their asses into some fucking swampland.
A salesperson in a store, or a teller in a banker interrupting me in the middle of a sentence, rude jumping to the wrong conclusion about what I want.
Not letting a person finish a sentence shows you don’t give a damn about what other people need.
Oh, I thought of another minor rudeness that I encountered today. I took my Mom to the eye doctor, and while I was waiting for her in the waiting room, I (and the entire waiting room) was treated to the negative vibes of the receptionist who doesn’t like her job very much. I got to listen to her be snappy with a service tech on the phone about the fax machine that wasn’t working, I got to listen to her be snappy and borderline rude with patients on the phone, I got to listen to her bitch about the patients on the phone with her co-worker - people, if you don’t like your job, freakin’ quit. Do you think that the patients sitting in the room listening to you don’t think that your attitude applies to them too? Have a little professionalism, please. I was sorely tempted to go up to her and ask her very politely if she hates her job, cause it was sure sounding like it to all us waiting room folks.
I assume the optional turn signals are very expensive . . . . once you’ve spent $30,000 or $40,000 on your PenisMobile, you don’t have anything left over for the frigging turn signals. :rolleyes:
Ogre, I want a hood-mounted Destruct-O-Blast Death Ray thingy for the next person who doesn’t turn on his turn signal till after the light turns green. I’d love to turn someone and their car into a fine spray of gray dust.
If I buy it, would you install it for me?
Airports.
No, not airports in general. People in the airports. Specifically, that fucking family with 18,024 things in some big-ass cart that decides, after walking so fucking slow that traffic on all sides in all directions bulges around them, to fucking stop in the middle of the walking area. Of course, this phenomenon isn’t limited to airports, but that’s pretty much the only time I’m in a hurry to be anywhere but walking behind someone.
Now that I am no longer able to carry my toenail clippers on flights these people don’t receive the sick punishment they so deserve. The terrorists have already won.
I almost never use plastic bags, preferring to use tote bags.
Now, having been a cashier myself, I understand that one gets in a little routine and may be thrown by minor startlements. Also that a lot of people (assnuggets, in general) get pissy if you don’t immediately give them (as opposed to offer them) a bag.
But I don’t appreciate holding up my tote bag and then saying “I don’t need a bag, thanks” FIVE TIMES and then watching you PUT IT IN A PLASTIC BAG.
If I could pay attention to MY customers in a satisfactory fashion when I accidentally ate a slow-acting pot brownie before going to work and had to cashier STONED, I shudder to think what you must be on in order to reach that level of inattentiveness.