Well I still think this thread blows camel hump but I’ll throw it a bone. I pit all the shit I can’t fix. I’ll the shit a dollar can’t buy. The problems a day of sweat can’t cure. All the hardships I have to watch people around me endure, and most of all the problems that people around me ASK me to fix and my stupid fucking sorry ass can’t do shit about. FUCK ME RUNNIN’. Tommarow is another day.
Are you one of the people who says ‘road’ without ever thinking about it, or have you never heard the expression at all?
Sorry, I forgot to swear. they’re trying to get me to stop swearing at work, so now I’m not doing it when it’s appropriate. Dagnabbit!
I pit my roof, which recently developed a leak I’ve spent a couple months searching for and attempting to repair, but upon each successive thunderstorm discovering that I haven’t found it yet;
I pit my router and modem, which just fucking decided to stop fucking working, motherfucking electronics;
I pit my oven, which has a digital display that last week started making funny Ghost In The Machine-type images and symbols and only occasionally allows me to set a time and temperature to fucking cook something;
I pit the drain lever on my tub, which suddenly doesn’t stay in the down position any longer so if I want to drain the tub after giving my kids a bath I have to kneel there for 10 minutes and hold the cocksucking little lever down the whole time because if I let go it’ll flip up and the shiteating tub won’t drain; and
I pit my car- c’mon, you’ve been running like a champ for years now, over 100k miles and still pumping out 30 mpg every tank, until a couple months ago when we had that little rusting exhaust system problem, but we got that fixed, didn’t we? And now it’s like you’ve just given up on life, with things rattling and shaking and shuddering, and I’m lucky if I can get 26 mpg out of you. What happened? With everything in my life falling apart right now, can’t you just hold on for another 50k miles or so? Stupid fucking car.
Fuckity-fuck, does nothing ever work the way it’s supposed to? No, it fucking doesn’t.
Close. It would be what you wrote if that word were spelled with an umlaut, and you didn’t have a font with umlauts. But it’s not correctly spelled with an umlaut, so it’s simply schadenfreude (literally “sorrow-joy” - but you knew that, I’m sure).
Otherwise, I’ll slink away, because I’ve got my share of complaints, but none Pit-worthy.
Does schade (schäde?) mean damage? Damage-joy? We have a translated Norwegian expression which is equivalent, skadefryd, or the joy of someone’s else’s damage. The closest I’ve found in English is epicaricacy, or “joy from evil.”
Oh yesh, to the pitting.
We live in apartment; three of us. Currently, there are six people living here, house guests courtesy of the other residents. And they’re alright people, and we get along excellently. However, when four people have showered before you and there’s one really tired, sleepy guy behind you in the queue, hoping against hope for some warm water left in the shower, please don’t draw a goddamn bath. And linger in it for three quarters of an hour.
I swear, all I need is a ten minute space to shower, get dressed and brush my teeth. Please?
I pit having a job that I can survive only by not giving a shit about it.
On days when I can’t manage to keep my conscience asleep, this place sends my blood pressure weather-satellite high… and I have naturally low blood pressure!
Ooh. What a word.
Never heard the expression. I think I get it, but you can see how your post could seem a bit loopy, if you’ve never heard that.
Why are there no American chemists available in DC? Dammit, I’m sick of dealing with the crapshoot that is Indian chemists. I can’t tell which of their schools is for real and which just hand them out for a few thousand rupees. Gah!
Who the fuck thinks that street racing is a good idea?
Who the fuck thinks street racing in a Toyota Supra is a good idea?
Who the fuck thinks street racing in a Toyota Supra against a VIPER is a good idea?
Answer: Hulk Hogan’s son, who critically injured his passenger in the inevitable crash. Linky.
Too ROish for its own thread, but too ridiculous to pass up.
I pit DirecTV customer service.
First, the automated voice service, which asks if you are an existing customer, doesn’t recognize the word ‘yes’. After failing to recognize the word ‘yes’ 5 times, it switches over to keypad input - please press '1’for yes. Then you learn it doesn’t recognize the number 1. :rolleyes:
Fine, I’ll try e-mail support:
“Most e-mails are answered within 48 hours” :smack:
Thanks! I knew it didn’t look right, but my German is practically nonexistent.
And I do have umlauts. I have röck stär ümläüts.
Were you using a cell phone? I have that problems periodically when it comes to cell phone keypad input, that I don’t have with a landline phone.
Landline. This phone has always worked with all call that require keypad inputs.
For the voice response, I tried saying yes in english, spanish, and finally french. I really didn’t expect the french to work, but though the spanish might have have a chance.
On the bright side, the DirecTV call center is in my town, and I know someone who works there as a supervisor. I look forward to getting to bitch about this in person.
The other day my dad sent out a picture of him with his first wife when they were in college, with the caption “Your parents were cool once”. Except he sent it to all his children from his second wife. 
I think he may be starting to lose it and it pisses me off. He’s only 71 years old, both his parents are alive and relatively healthy. It shouldn’t be happening this soon!
Also, my husband told a girl at work that her dog looks like it has eyeliner on, like David Bowie. Her response? “Who’s David Bowie?” :mad:
And why do I suddenly have a near-violent urge to conceive? I’ve been married one month and I’m totally obsessed! I need to learn some patience. In the meantime my new husband is somewhat exhausted but content. 
Ooh, that a great opportunity. I’d love to get my hands around the neck of the people responsible for the Verizon voice menu system.
Post back and let us know what the DirectTV supervisor says about the system, k?
I pit whispering. It’s annoying and it tickles the inside of my ears–even when I’m not the whispering people are across the room*! Just speak in a low voice, people. It’s much less distracting than that hissy whisper.
*Then again, it could just be my hearing’s weird.
I pit my kids’ preschool teacher. “We really need you to bring in juice when it’s your turn for Treat Day.” Uh, sure - send ME strict guidelines on “ways to avoid sugar”, but demand that I provide it at school? “Water’s not OK?” “Well, they pour it themselves from the pitchers.”
Somehow water doesn’t pour quite the same way as juice.
I pit the bastards that cut through the neighborhood adjoining mine every morning in order to cheat their way through our main intersection, a two-way stop crossing a busy road.
If they were cutting through to avoid the intersection, that would be fine. But what they’re doing is leaving the back of the line and looping around in order to approach the intersection from a different direction, and then turning left against traffic, thus clogging up the intersection even more. It’s blatant line-cutting. Bastards.
I’d like to pit peach pits. Don’t like 'em one bit. Also the Peach Pit diner on 90210 was stupid too.