Omnibus pit thread.

You just don’t get it, do you? They’re Very Important People. They had cellphone conversations to make, or Very Important things to think about which precludes glancing at the menu to decide beforehand what they want.

As a Very Important Person, they expect to be treated as such, which means they should get the same service as in a four-star resturant in which the maitre’d explains all of the selections on that evening’s bill of fare. They may not be the only person in the resturant, but they’re the only person that matters.

Instead of complaining about the time they take, you should be grateful they took the time to visit such a lowly establishment and allow you to bask in their presence.

All joking aside, I think that this sort of passive-aggressive behavior is not necessarily directed at the staff. (Though there is a type of person who is desperate to demonstrate their wealth and status by belittling anyone they percieve below them.) I have a theory that it’s directed at the public in general. They themselves have been inconvenienced, so they take their “revenge” when they can by inconveniencing others.

They’re probably minions of The Emperor of the World and are fetching his lunch. Get out of their way.
Moo.

The California High School Exit Exam. We’ve spent months getting our lower kids remediated to the point that they can pass the test and get a diploma, and now the courts have thrown it out again. Do they have any idea the millions of dollars and thousands of man-hours the schools have spent on this thing? It flip-flops 4 times a year. Yes/No. Pick one, damn it, and stick with it! Fucktards.

Damn right.

Well, my legs are much more resistant to the cold than my upper body, and i can be perfectly comfortable with shorts on, but still need a light sweatshirt for my upper body. I very rarely actually dress like this, but it’s not completely illogical to do so.

Former Track and Field guys, most likely. Big quadriceps and calves give you hot legs.

And I see it around here in the chilly environs of Toledo, OH & Chicago, IL.

Perhaps. If say, you’re on your way to or from the tennis/basketball court. But not for a trip to liquor store and the barber shop.

Do I get pitted if I’m wearing a fleece and jeans with flipflops? :dubious: Most of the time it’s because I’m a) out of socks b) out of time to hunt around for my boots c) in the mood to show off my sparkly toes. :smiley:

So…<sniff>…beautiful…<sniffle, honk!>

There should be a word for that kind laziness. That’s the same kind of laziness you see in gym parking lots all the time - everyone wants to park close to the door so they can go in…and exercise. :confused:

Active laziness? Aggressive laziness? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

Hey, BITCH. I know your truck is way bigger than my little car, but that does not change how we merge in this country. First one car goes from your lane, then one car goes from my lane. When I happened to look over and saw your car about 1/4 inch from mine, I was, shall we say, not happy. Especially after you actually scraped your truck against my car to get one.fucking.car.ahead. and then immediately took the exit about 50 yards away. What the fuck, you stupid, stupid cunt? Did that whole four seconds make a difference?

What about a raincoat over shorts? It’s not cold, but it’s pouring and I don’t want to get drenched and have to spend the day wet and miserable.

Some people in large vehicles drive very aggressively, trying to intimidate me and make me let them get away with shit. And don’t tell me that they aren’t - I can read vehicle body language quite fluently. I know when another vehicle is being driven aggressively. I’m still working on my driving zen, but that doesn’t mean I have to abdicate all rights to the aggressoids.

I hate it when I’m on the bus and somebody’s cellphone starts to ring and the ringtone is a really catchy tune or great-sounding song, and I’m really starting to get into the vibe of the music, and then the inconsiderate A-Hole HAS TO GO AND ANSWER THE FREAKIN’ PHONE!!

“HEY! I WAS LISTENING TO THAT!”

If I tell you I’ve lost something, PLEEASE don’t ask if I’ve looked in the most obvious place. “Did you check your pocket?” is guaranteed to get a snappy answer.

Also…when I give you an answer, don’t ask if I’m sure. This kind of question is worse than the first one. As in:

Me: “I don’t know where the Fisher catalogue is.”
Idiot: “You didn’t take it home, did you?”
Me: “No.” (thinking to myself, "Why the fuck would I take a scientific catalogue home? Leisure reading?)
Idiot: “Are you sure?”

Losing something is bad enough without people asking stupid questions. If you can’t think of anything helpful to say, shut your yap.

Wow your rant actually has an omnibus in it.

Dang - I was totally misunderstanding this thread.

You know what I hate - when those big, frickin’ omnibuses park so no one can see traffic around them.

I hate this shit! Add to this the dumbass that walks directly behind a vehicle that is beginning to back out of a space. Helloooo? Can you hear the engine start up? Can you see the brake lights and then the reverse lights come on? Are you willing to bet the lives of the three children you have in tow on my having seen you move behind me when a moment ago it was clear? Pull your head out of your ass and pay attention.

I do this when what I want isn’t urgent, I’m not in a rush, and you look like you’re in the middle of something. I thought it would be polite to wait for you to get to a stopping point and look up and greet me. I didn’t mean it to be rude.

THANK YOU. This drives me absolutely crazy. It’s even more annoying when you pull forward in the space, and you’re turning the wheel to pull back again and some dipshit walks behind you because it’s now the biggest gap between cars on the block. Hey, ASSHOLE, you saw me pull forward in the parallel-parking dance! You know I’m about to pull back. You’ve seen this before, you live in New York. You’re lucky I even looked behind me - it shouldn’t have been necessary!

Caveat: sometimes the new tricks you want me to learn just don’t matter to me. My boyfriend, while otherwise a joy and a treasure, is totally frustrated that I don’t know all of the keyboard shortcuts on a computer (i.e. cntrl+W closes the window). Sorry, but clicking on the close button (or whatever) takes 0.0003 seconds and I don’t feel like cluttering up my mental space by memorizing several dozen different command shortcuts. I don’t care if I’m slower than you.

mischievous

to the fellow who lives across the (great big state-crossing) canal from me, who has been trying to learn to play the guitar. -

you are NEVER going to be able to play. if i have to hear you mutilate “the ring of fire” one more time, i am coming after you. something bad will happen. do you kow the meaning of the word “suppository”?

i have even BEGGED my father to go over and give you lessons. he advised me that it would be a waste of time. YOU HAVE NO TALENT!!!

please do me a favor, and jump into the canal. take your strat and amp with you. get an extention cord and make sure they are powered up. this will improve your playing immensely.

thank you very much
beebee

Try shaving your head sometimes. Same thing (head rubbing, not belly rubbing).