Mine is similar to Matt’s; I HATE it when people don’t acknowledge when I am waiting for some service; either a cashier in a convenience store, or an ultrasound radiologist (I went through both today.) I am perfectly willing to believe one has a reason for standing around doing absolutely nothing while I am waiting; I don’t even need to know what that reason is.
Why can’t people just say ‘I’ll be with you in a minute’ (or in half an hour)?
And why do medical professionals alway lie? Tell me that the doctor is going to be at least half an hour, so I can leave the no-cell phone area, and call my boss to say I’ll be late.
I was a cashier through high school and college. Some of my biggest pet peeves:
-People who referred to “Master Card” as “Master Charge.” This one particularly grated me for some reason.
-People who pushed shopping carts at me as I was collecting a huge train of them outside. What, I’m supposed to stop an entire runaway mass of carts just to catch your single unit? Put it in the cart return slot so I can find it without damaging any cars.
-People who wanted everything in one bag, yet didn’t want the bag too heavy.
-People who paid $50 orders in quarters.
-People who left their cart in line to get additional items.
-People who brought 50+ items to the express line, saying “It’s ok, you don’t have anyone behind me.” Second later, there’d be a line.
-People who hopped on my register when I had the light off, closed sign up, barrier down. On Christmas Eve. After I’d pulled a 10-hour shift. “It’s ok, you can take one more” (said the straw that broke the camel’s back).
I curse them all to have groin beetles for the rest of their lives.
Oh, oh, oh, the clerks/cashiers/receptionists that can’t be bothered to interrupt their intensely important discussion of last night’s big piss-up with their co-worker and/or on the phone and look after me, the customer. I won’t take much of your time - just ring my one item through, and you can get back to telling your co-slacker just how incredibly drunk you were last night.
Some women must love this behavior. I don’t know them, but I figure if men keep doing it, they must be getting positive reinforcement somewhere.
Or how incredibly hungover they are right now.
Thanks, but I don’t need to hear about your raging headache or how you might puke, all because you were soooo wasted last night. Yeah, I’m impressed, you’re just so cool, because you got plastered last night, and you made out with God knows how many cute guys, just ring me up and let me get out of here!
:rolleyes:
Some of us remember when BankAmericard became Visa, and MasterCharge became MasterCard. We stick with the older name to annoy punk kids. 
I own a rather busy hairsalon. I personaly am almost always booked. It seem almost daily someone calls and just has to have a haircut TODAY.
They usually try to badger me into fitting them in.
Client: I need a cut today
me: sorry I could take you tomorrow (or whenever) but I have nothing today
C: its just a trim it never takes you that long, you can squeeze me in right
me: i am sorry i really am booked up today
C: you can do me it won’t take long, I’ll make it worth your while (get that one a LOT)
soooo…I give up that 10 mins I had booked out to eat the p&b I brough for lunch 3 days ago and have yet had time to eat
heres the scoop dear client
- regardless if i am cutting of 1/4 inch or 16 inches I have to go through the same steps and thus it takes about the same time
2)That extra buck your going to give me for fitting you in is not an incentive you cheep prick
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HI OPAL! I have always wanted to do that
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You have had hair growing on your fucking head since about BIRTH you know it is going to need to be cut now and then, and I realize that sometimes things come up and you need it now but every time you need a cut??? Make a friggin apt. in advance!
so…word to the masses, don’t piss of someone who is going to be using scissors/razor around your face and neck we may “slip” from having to give up lunch (for you) and our blood sugar taking a dive.
I cannot abide it when I answer the phone, and someone barks at me, “Who is this?” This often happens at my work. (It’s a little complicated to explain.) We all work at different locations, and sometimes a co-worker will call another house for some information. But instead of saying, “This is Penny from the 43rd Street house, who am I speaking to?” I get “Who is this?”
Screw that! I don’t know who the hell you are! I don’t know if you are some telemarketer or psycho or what! And besides, YOU called ME, YOU disturbed ME and interrupted MY day. So pardon me if I don’t want to be immediately interrogated about who I am from some anonymous stranger. What? Are these people raised by wolves?
Whenver anyone asks me this, I say (in a dripping, contemptuous tone) "Who is this?" They usually are rattled enough to tell me. But, if anyone ever gives me a hard time, I think I’ll hang up on them. Good grief.
Hey, I understand that you’re going out to lunch with your pals to talk with them while eating. What I don’t fucking get is why you decided to have your conversation right in the middle of the walkway from the register to the soda fountain. You know, some of us might want to get a drink before we eat, and it might just help if you didn’t block off the damn machine when there’s empty space not directly in someone’s way and empty tables you could, you know, sit down at and have your conversation.
OTOH, I have to excuse anyone in the building where I work from not hitting the ‘door open’ button when someone is rushing towards the elevator. Some genius chose to use a diagram sort of like <|> and >|< with the <>s filled in for door open and door close, which is really helpful since the >|< looks like two open doors so you can’t just glance at it at tell which is which - you used numbers by the floors, can you really not have put a ‘close’ and ‘open’ on the door open/door close buttons?
Since I’ve graduated, this won’t be an issue for a while, but my ass was continually chapped for four years by people stretched out full-length on public couches and chairs.
Some of the academic buildings in my university have couches in them, interspersed throughout, in addition to the couches that are commonly found in women’s restrooms. In the student union, there is a lounge area outfitted with big comfy armchairs.
I never really minded anyone sacking out on the restroom couches, because they’re only open to half the population anyway and I never got the urge to hang out in the bathroom while waiting for class to start. But holy mother of fuck, it pissed me off everytime I saw someone taking up an entire couch or curled up in a pair of armchairs pulled together.
I understand people have work and projects and personal stuff that would make them come to class very tired. I understand that the vast majority of the student population doesn’t live on campus and so going home for a nap might not be an option. But is it really so hard to imagine one other person from a student body of 50,000 might want to bloody sit down?
People who nitpik innocuous posts!! Grrrrrrrrrrrr
Just kidding. But those people taking the short hops are as healthy as I am, just lazy lazy lazy.
People who smell and do nothing to refrain from stinking up the place. If your pits smell like a hog farm then keep your arms down when you’re in close contact with other humans. Don’t prop up your arms on the chair backs to air out your pits and gag us all. If you breath stinks cause you don’t brush please maintain a decent distance to the people you’re talking to and do NOT engage them in a close and guarded conversation. We’re choking to death and trying not to run away.
Man, I sure could use that rude person to tell people off. Maybe I could get Randy Savage, that’d be cool.
The other day I was at a Dodger game with my sweetie. It was a chilly evening. 2 rows below us, there was a poacher. That’s someone who sits in seat other than the one he paid for. No biggy, I do that myself from time to time.
But then the actual ticket holder for that seat shows up. Poacher will not get up. My blood pressure rises. Before I can speak up, the usher arrives. The poacher looks idignant. He takes his sweet time getting up. he actually takes the time to intrically fold his jacket before surrendering the seat. And *leaves his trash behind!!!
I follow him to the concourse and pour my hot coffee down the back of his neck while laughing maniacally. Bwahahahahahaha!!!
I drove fella bilong missus flodnak to work this morning. On the way home, I was driving along a highway with three lanes of traffic in each direction, stuck in the right-hand lane. I knew I was coming up to an exit where the right-hand lane was the exit lane, so I was trying to get over into the middle lane.
A jerk in a Mercedes was doing everything he could to prevent me from doing that. When I sped up, he sped up; when I slowed down he eased off the gas as well. And I had cars behind me so I couldn’t very well slam on my brakes…
Finally the guy behind Mercedes-Jerk sees what’s going on and waves me in. I give him a polite little wave and squeeze in just in time; the exit is maybe 100 meters ahead.
That’s Mercedes-Jerk’s signal to suddenly, and without using his turn signal, wrench his steering wheel to the right so he doesn’t miss his exit! And the other cars in the right-hand lane be damned.
Good thing I had my Kill-O-Zap blaster in the front seat with me. Kill-O-Zap: Don’t leave home without it!
You realize that it’s the same people doing all the things that are mentioned in this thread? Couldn’t we pass a law against them? Society needs to be protected from these morons.
[Henry Rollins] Airports, man peoples IQ just plummet when they step into one. [/Henry Rollins]
One thing that always gets me is when the flight is boarded and the steward/stewardess goes “We are now boarding rows 25-35” just so that the boarding process will be faster. What ALWAYS happens? One or more guys with expensive costumes starts to board right away!
WTF? You know these guys are going business class, i.e. the front rows. These schmucks always have huge carry on luggage so they spend five minutes in the alley between the seats and try to jam their bags into the overhead compartment. Naturally the people on their way to row 25-35 just have to stand there like a bump on a log waiting until they are finished.
I feel like stopping the guy and start asking questions like “What were you thinking when you heard the stewards announcement?”, “Could you explain your reasoning for me, I’m really really really interested?”… Or just take a ten-meter running start and blindside the fucker a’la Ronnie Lott thus sending them into the gates booth then stand over them and scream “YOU GOTO HELL! YOU GOTO HELL AND YOU DIE!!!
This has been bugging me this week, and I did get a bit rude IRL yesterday. I work in downtown where one corner could pass for Speakers Corner. I don’t mind the guys protesting the Lesbian Mafia – it’s fun thinking up ways to play with their heads and they’re usually up by the courthouse anyway. No, what gets to me are the Christians out to make converts.
Fellow Christians:
I have a religion. I’m Episcopalian, which is a form of Christianity, whatever you may think. I do not need yours! Also, here and IRL, I hang out with people who dislike or are put off Christianity in part because of idiots like you. I read recently that 80% of Americans call themselves Christian. The ones I’ve met who aren’t, including two of my closest and dearest friends, have good reasons not to be. Handing out pamphlets and tapes, yelling “Jesus is saving the righteous. You could be saved!” or what have you is probably not going to work that well. In fact, I’d say your odds of making converts is about as likely as the guy telling Cercasia she has a “nice ass” getting laid by one of the women he’s made such a comment to. I repeat: I have a religion; I do not need yours. Now go away, leave me alone, and let me get lunch. I’m hungry.
Unfortunately, because I take my faith seriously, most fantasy scenarios are out, but how about manifesting a crowd of intolerant so-called Christians who surround the person and tell them that they are going to hell so they can get an idea how it feels like? Never mind. Even that’s a little too close to harsh reality. Sigh!
CJ
I cry foul on cj howorth. I don’t think forcing your religious opinions on another is a minor rudeness; I think it’s right up there with … with… with …
Actually, I can’t think of anything else so rude.
Yes, I can; adults who ‘cut the line’ in front of children, especially children under four feet tall; we know you know that kid is there, staring above her head like you don’t see her doesn’t fool us.
You must be young…I still make the MasterCharge mistake…they beat it into our heads for years, then go and change the name to something so similar that slips of the tongue are inevitable.
Gee, I thought we we’re supposed to give you our cart…the guy usually stops and starts grabbing it from me before I’m done unloading it…and I’ve heard cartboys complaining about having to make a second trip out, especially when close to closing.
Okay, here’s my postal moment. I’m sitting at a traffic light, waiting to make a right turn. To my left is a car waiting to go straight. I inch forward to see around them, to see if I can make the right turn on red I’m allowed to make. THEY INCH FORWARD TOO…just enough so I can’t see. I inch forward a little more…AND THEY DO IT AGAIN. They can’t go anywhere till the light turns green, but I could turn if I could see around them…why, why, why do they keep moving forward? And it’s usually someone with a big, high car that can already see around ME. Just let me make my turn! We’re not going the same direction…I’m not gonna get in front of you and delay you in any way…let me turn!
Damn Death Ray is in the shop…
When you pick up the phone at work and get:
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A high speed barage of language other than English.
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Someone asking “Is this so-and-so” (I just say No and wait).
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Someone asking “Is so-and-so there? No. Well, is so-and-so there?” What are they doing, taking a survey.
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People who pull into crosswalks on the road. Should I climb over your car or open the door and politely say “Excuse me” as I pass through it.
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Total strangers on the street who ask me if I have a cigarette. This happens all the time. Now I go into crazy person mode: What? Of course not. Why would I have a cigarette. Do I look stupid? That’s just nasty.
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People who turn without signaling, thereby damn near hitting me as I try to cross the street.
but from about 7 pm last night to 7 am this morning, every single entity that I came across gotten on my shit list.
a few highlights:
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Son. I asked early this week “any night this week where we’ll be out late?” Nope was his answer. Last night, I’m calling him at 7 - ‘so when do I pick you up?’ his answer? 1 am. Cause 'he doesn’t have school on Friday. So the fuck what? I still have to be at work. (he spent the night elsewhere).
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Damn cats. The worst offender was the little ‘mom’ cat who scampered out happily despite my attempts to not let her out. It started raining a few hours later, I called to her to get her to come in. Why, you wonder? well, 'cause I knew what would happen if I didn’t. Sure enough, I had 5 hours with which to sleep. and exactly half way through this little bitch of a cat climbs up on the roof of the house and walks over to my bedroom window and starts clawing the screen to be let in.
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Son, again. HOw? you ask, since he wasn’t there. I realized it’s trash day and the one chore I usually can count on some one else actually doing (as long as I remind him), is left to me.
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Snookie. who still hasn’t done anything about getting the kitchen sink fixed so when I came home last night and had to (again) empty the 5 gallon bucket, which spilled all over me and the floor and over the stacks of fucking recyclables that even tho I ask them to take care of, are still fucking there…
Good thing I don’t own a gun. outamyway. :mad: