People who don’t acknowledge gifts. I don’t care if you hate the bleeding gift, common decency requires that you acknowledge it. I at least need to know that you received it – otherwise I worry that it got lost (and I need to initiate a trace) or that the vendor I ordered it from didn’t send it. I took me quite a bit of time to select, purchase/make your gift, wrap it, and ship it. It would take you one minute to zap off an email thanking me for my thoughtfulness and effort.
You will not be getting any further gifts from me ever, and I now think you’re an ill-mannered jerk.
People on their phone in the drive-thru. You are Not that important!! Shut the hell up, and order your food.
This is especially true of people who are ordering for dozens, ( o.k. it only seems that way.), of people.
People who don’t have the common courtesy to say, " I’m sorry, I’ve got the wrong number.", And just Slam the phone down. May Arioch steal your eyes.
The bozo who put up a traffic light at a lightly used intersection near where I work. One week a few months ago, there was an accident every day around quitting time. I saw a bad accident there today. It could be handled some other way and not be so dangerous.
The same bozo probably set up the traffic lights in our town that never ever turn to flashing yellow lights even at two in the morning. I hate going out late and stopping at traffic lights with nobody around for miles.
The customers who ask me “Can I get that cheaper somewhere else?” Do you really think I’m going to steer you somewhere else, especially when I work on commission?
rockle, if by some off-chance that you’re female, would you marry me? 
I’m a fellow Yankee fan and equally disturbed by the departure of both Clemens and Andy Pettitte (we’ll miss you, hook-nose)!
Your last one made me snort my chocolate milk. :eek:
Adam
Drivers who pull into the pedestrian crosswalks. I cannot image a good reason for this—is waiting one foot closer really got to get you there faster. I was also hit by someone doing this, and when I screamed “you asshole,” she said “I didn’t see you. The sun got in my eyes. That doesn’t make me an asshole.”
Sometimes I just half cross the street till I am right in front of their car, and just stand there a minute or two looking confused.
Hmmmm…they are cute sandals. What’s your problem with espadrilles if I might axe?
These are pretty ugly. As are these.
I dunno, I just think they’re ugly, and they don’t even look comfortable. I’m very opinionated about shoes.
Duh. Shoes that are chartruese with puke green accents?
Another color problem. Maybe appropriate for Santa’s fashion-senseless elves.
I’ve always liked a person with strong opinions about shoes. Come here often? 
The brain dead morons that work at Santa Rosa Kinko’s.
Them: “No, we can’t blow up prints to 18” x 24" in any color but the already colored paper we already have that size"
Me: “Well, can’t you copy it onto regular ivory colored paper, then blow it up in color on white paper that big?”
Them: “No”
Continue above song and dance for 20 minutes
Them: “We could copy it onto regular ivory colored paper, then blow it up in color on white paper that big”
Me: “That’s what I SAID 20 minutes ago”
Them: “oh, heh heh. It’ll be expensive though, like $25 bucks, I don’t know why anyone would want to do that.”
Me: “I’ll pay it, just do it”
Them: Big Sigh “alright”.
:mad:
THEN calling me at 1:00 pm today to tell me you have to send out for mounting and so my signs won’t be ready until TUESDAY, when I said about 10 different times when placing my order, right before you told me it would be ready tonight by 7, that my event is TOMORROW.
THEN, when I ask where I can get it mounted, you just say “I dunno, maybe another print shop or sumthin.”
THEN, when I ask if they’ll still take until 7 pm, you say “Yeah”
THEN, when I ask you why the hell you told me when I placed the order that they’d be ready today by 7 and that I need them for an event TOMORROW, you say “well, big sigh I guess we can have them done by 3”
GAH! :mad:
THEN, when I call Petaluma Kinko’s, they tell me that they are who Santa Rosa Kinko’s sends out to and that they can do it for me today!
WHY THE EVER LOVING FUCK COULDN’T DIMWITTED IDIOT BOY HAVE JUST TOLD ME THEY SEND OUT TO PETALUMA KINKO’S OR SUGGESTED I CALL THEM TO HAVE THE GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING SIGNS MOUNTED???
I swear to FUCKING god you’ve got to pass an idiot test to work in that store.
Since espadrilles are not people, they cannot go to hell. Sorry.
Did you know that espadrilles are a Basque shoe? That’s my random bit of trivia for the day.
Kyla: Yep. Good thing I said, “those who manufacture espadrilles, those who market espadrilles, and those who wear espadrilles,” right?
I was in line at my Credit Union the other day and the girl being helped took a call on her cell phone. The teller was busy doing something and when she was ready to deal with the customer again, customer says “so, what cha’ll doin’?” to whomever she was speaking to. Obviously, this wasn’t an emergency call.
Teller stares her down and says quite impaitently “I will not finish your transaction until you get off the phone and there are people waiting in line behind you.” Customer quickly hung up. Didn’t apologize or anything (I’ve found people to be less and less willing to apologize for rude behavior lately), but hung up pretty damned quick.
I could’ve kissed that cashier. Made sure I told her how much ass I thought she kicked when it was my turn. 
I missed that, I only saw the link. Oh well. I like espadrilles. Not the ones with heels like this, cause I think that sort of chunky high heel is UGLY. The people that invented that look are going to burn in some sort of fashion faux pas hell.
Those flaming fuckheads who don’t understand how to order a sandwich at Subway. They come up to the counter, on the fucking phone and ask for a tuna sandwich. you try politely to get their attention to ask what size, what type of bread, what cheese, etc, and they get all royally pissed off and snap at you, “I’m on the phone, hold on a second!” while there’s a dozen people in line behind them.
That miserable oozing pustule of a toadbrained asswipe who made a pitiable attempt at mugging or assaulting or doing something to me in the parking lot after work last night. yeah, you, you knit-cap-wearing non-date-having chronically-smells-like-cheap-booze twenty-something waste of flesh.
The arrogant jerkwads at a “karate school” nearby (part of a freaking chain) who are doing their damndest to get my TKD dojang involved in some bizarre flyer-under-the-windshield-wiper turf war or something. You’re assholes and not only does your style suck and have no history whatsoever, but your school sucks and your “sensei” is the human equivilant of a drip of snot from an allergy-ridden nose: disgusting, slimy, and annoying.
Also, anyone responsible for adware/spyware/viruses. Dickheads.
You need to start using Dragonblink’s method as described upthread. When they do that, say, “Oh, don’t let me interrupt you!” and go on to the next customer. Or would that get you get in trouble with your manager?
BTW, Dragonblink, you’re my hero, too.
Originally by me:
*Those special people who cross the street any old where and expect you to stop and let them pass. I mean, they don’t look left or right, they just step out into the road because they know you and all the other drivers will stop and let their sorry ass slowly amble to the other side. *
Point well taken Annie. I just wanted to mention the particular scabrous individuals I’m talking about cross anywhere but the intersection.
A pox on both.
Unfortunately, my manager firmly believes that that’s horrendous customer service and would be utterly ticked off if I tried it.
Winners of a special all expenses paid trip to hell:
The parents of the kid I saw Saturday taking a piss in the shoe department of Wal-Mart. He was approximately four years old, watering a footstool, and they were nowhere to be seen. I lingered in the vicinity until the mother showed up from around the corner, but she either didn’t know it had happened or didn’t have anything to say about it.
The teenager who came back into Burger King yesterday complaining that the woman behind the counter had messed up his order. The lady took back the offending sandwich, threw it into the trash, and listened as he began to tell her how he wanted it remade, when they were interrupted by one of the kid’s buddies. Turns out the kid hadn’t bothered to look through his entire bag of food, and his order had been right to begin with. That was his buddy’s sandwich in the trash.
The adult male I saw the other day driving down the road on a go-cart, surrounded by cars that were miraculously not running his ass over.
Alas, I am female, but our happiness is doomed from the start, as I am a Red Sox fan, and therefore I am destined to always hate you. My hatred of Rawjah goes way back. Shame, too, because you obviously have excellent taste in women.
Sorry 'bout the chocolate milk, too.
Customers who do not listen.
‘I’m sorry, none of our stores have it in stock. I could order it for you.’
‘But it’s a very good book. What about your Queen Street store. Is it there?’
‘No, none of our stores have it in stock. I can order it from our suppliers.’
'‘I need it tomorrow. Couldn’t one of your other stores send it ro you?’
’ :mad: ’
Customers who don’t know anything about what they want. ‘It’s a new book, by a, um, lady, and it’s sort of, like, yellow, y’know?’ Means nothing.
There’s more, but it’s too late to think about work.