This should be criminal - Parents that take their young children into bars.
There are two things that I honestly can’t stand; bad spelling/grammar and the use of internet shorthand.
It’s ok occasionally, but when it’s used to represent every word, or even worse, when used in everyday speach it just looks or sounds like you’ve been typing or saying random letters. Is your life so buisy that you don’t even have time to write out/say real words?
And if you’re a bad speller, just take the time to go out and buy a spell check program or use the one that’s inside your computer.
It’s just natural to say it when youre from oh say, the Midwest. I was raised saying pop.
Or in the middle of an empty parking stall!
I work at a mexican restaurant. It is so annoying when someone is ordering an enchilada and they pronounce it onchalada. It’s usually old people.
My ultimate pet peeve and I don’t know why - when the toothpaste isnt squeezed to the top in the tube. It even says to do that right on the tube!
LOL. I used to date a woman who squeezed from the middle. It annoyed me too.
I thought of another one, that happens only online. I hate it when someone makes a stupid mistake, and when called on it, claims that “It was a typo!” One example that I can think of right offhand was a girl that made the comment “But that’s a mute point.” When someone told her “I think you mean moot point.” she got pissy and said “Like I didn’t know that. Am I not allowed to make typos anymore?”
That is not a typo! There is no way that someone, meaning to type “moot” would type “mute” instead.
I hate it when people say “give me a camera”. What am I, made of money? Buy your own damn camera!
I have so much to get off my chest here.
As far as I am concerned, dress shirts do not have button-down collars. If I shirt has a button-down collar, it is automatically casual. (Dressy-type shirts with button-down collars are just pretending.) But ties are still A-OK with button-downs, as long as the tie matches the shirt.
On with the chest-getting-off:
Cologne. Or, actually, perfume. Perfume-wearers are the worst offenders, at least in the white-collar environment. So the perps are all women, no offense to the women of the SDMB (hey, fundraiser calendar idea.) They douse themselves apparently several times a day - there is one woman whose path I can trace several minutes after she’s walked it. It’s horrible. Some of these perfumes smell exactly like insecticide. Or Glade Air Freshener. Makes me very, very sick and unhappy. Some days are better than others, and the worst offender at least leaves early.
Bicyclists. Well - specifically, bicyclists who behave as if they are a pedestrian at one moment (expecting the right-of-way to be yielded to them) and as a vehicle at the next - expecting to take a full lane while going one-third of the speed limit. Then they’ll run a redlight after slowing down and looking both ways, or cut in and out of driveways, on and off sidewalks, all over the place. They’re a menace.
When the checker and the customer in front of me continue to chat merrily away after the transaction is completed. Shuddup and get outta my way, you’re done now, go home.
The amount of money, gas and noise spent every day on leaf-blowing. First, chill out: there’s billions of leaves; you’ll never get them all. Second, don’t they still make rakes? Rakes make such a nice sound, compared to the roar of a jet engine that is a leafblower. They’ve ruined Autumn, again.
People who are too picky and chooosy in restaurants. They act like it’s the most earthshaking decision what salad dressing to have. Then they alter every single item from its menu version: this without cheese, this with vinegar on the side, that with zucchini instead of squash. They’ll call the busboy over to fill up the water glass when it’s 1/2" away from full. More than likely they send something back, too, not because it’s bad or done wrong, but because they changed their mind or just didn’t like it. Get over yourself and eat your dinner.
It’s pronounced “CON TRUH VER SHUL”, not “CON TRUH VER SEE UL”. Ugh, these overpronouncers. I think they might be trying to sound British, or they are insisting on saying the word as spelled. Like “OFF-TEN.” When I was a kid, I had a very pointless and humiliating argument with my stepmother about “often”, her claiming that the Off-ten pronunciation is the correct one, because there’s a “t” there. Like that has anything to do with it.
Really firm handshakes that hurt.
License plate brackets that say “I owe, I owe, so off to work I go!”, bumper stickers that say “God said it, I believe it, that settles it”, the Darwin fish, the Jesus-fish swallowing the Darwin fish, the Alien fish, the Jesus fish, the Jesus fish mounted in the wrong direction, personalized plates, “Mother-in-law In Trunk”, faux furry cat tail affixed to gas door, and, for that matter, spoilers on any vehicle incapable of 180 mph. I am so sick of vehicular self-expression. I don’t want to know all about you without having met you.
Oh, and, of course, people who go on and on about little things that bug them.
I feel so much better now.
Oh wow, someone else who does this too! I get weird looks from others, but I can’t STAND how the magazine won’t lay flat with all of the stupid inserts in it.
Another thing I hate is the constant barrage of renewal notices. I got a three-year subscription to a magazine as a gift a few years ago, and not two months after I started getting copies, got a notice saying “Hurry! Only 33 issues left!” – of a MONTHLY magazine! Oh my gosh! Let me find the checkbook asap! 
Somebody parking in my parking space. Grrr.
And the craptacular mountain of mailbox circulars. Snarl.
I’m with jjimm with the whole “boss”, “bud”, “pal”, “chief” thing, but the WORST one is the restaurant waitress who simply INSISTS on calling you “hon”.
Look folks, if you don’t know my name, then just refer to me as “sir” - I’ll tell you my name if you want, then you can use that.
Bosses who expect you to be exactly on time or even early for meetings, but consistantly show up ten minutes late themselves.
People the office WHO WON’T MAKE A FRESH POT OF COFFEE WHEN THEY DRAIN THE LAST ONE - SHEESH PEOPLE, IT AIN’T THAT HARD, COFFEE, FILTER, PUSH THE STINKIN’ “BREW” BUTTON - WHAT PART ISN’T CLEAR ???
Folks at the supermarket who bring 834 coupons, many for items they didn’t even buy, most expired, that end up saving them $1.34 on a $200 order while costing everyone in line behind them ten minutes.
Pedestrians who step in to the crosswalk with complete and total disregard as to how close the cars are and how quickly they’ll have to react to stop in time. You know, even the police will tell you that a pedestrian, while having right of way, still has SOME responsibility in this matter.
People who can’t seem to get it through their thick skulls that when the sign on the bus says “EXACT CHANGE REQUIRED” or “NO CHANGE MADE” or “DRIVER CARRIES NO CASH” that they can’t pay for their $1.25 bus fare with a TWENTY!!!
People who insist on saying “bless you” to anyone who sneezes - even if that person is a total stranger sitting 20 tables away in a crowded restaurant.
ANY restaurant that permits (or worse REQUIRES) its employess to sing and play stupid musical instruments every time someone has a stikin’ birthday.
The fact that my SETI@Home score isn’t advancing faster than it is.
The fact that I still don’t know all the words to “Mr Roboto” by Styx.
The fact that it’s 10:45 at night and I’m not tired enough to go to bed yet, even though I’ve been up since 3:30 AM.
People who can’t stay focused on the topic of the thread like I’m not doing right now because I’m starting to drift and I’m not thinking as clearly as i should be but its ok because it really is almost bedtime and …
I think it’s time to stop now.
you see, it’s a Pet Peeve because
:smack:
just forget it. It’s my peeve and I’ll pet it if I want.
masonite, I actualy agree with you here. I was raised that a gentleman does not wear a tie with a button-down collar shirt, period. It took a very dapper gentleman of around sixty years of age in Brooks Brothers to convince me otherwise. He showed me the difference between, what he called, a casual button-down collar shirt (with which a tie should never be worn) and a dress (or should I say “dress”) button-down collar shirt. It was a very educational moment.
lol. Nicely done.
I hate license plate brackets, too. I am quite anti-bumper sticker.
I REALLY hate the one that says, “Saw it, Wanted it, Threw a fit, Got it”
What, acting like a spoiled brat is something to be proud of? :rolleyes:
I’m sorry but Idon’t really see how else they could talk about their faith!! If the didn’t believe it was the truth about the universe, then what are they doing associating themselves with it?
Since they do believe, wouldn’t that affect how they think, act and perhaps even converse with you?
Co-workers who feel the need to say “hi” or “how’s it going?” every freaking time you encounter them even if it’s 20 times in one day.
Co-workers who say “Happy Monday”, “Happy Wednesday”, etc. GAG
The perfume people. Mainly women but not always. A guy in the department I used to work in could be smelled a mile away. My new boss (also male) isn’t as bad but I avoid going into his office. A female co-worker, who must have injected the stuff into her bloodstream, asked when she came into my cube once, why I was holding my nose. I told her that her perfume gave me headaches. It didn’t change anything.
People who walk two abreast in the hallways at work and refuse to change to single file when one person (me) is approaching from the opposite direction. It’s like they have the right of way because there’s two of them and only one of me. I’ve taken to staying my course and letting the inner person smack into me.
People who talk REALLY REALLY LOUDLY all the time.
You forgot the people who say, “Happy Hump Day” on Wednesday and the people who spout “TGIF!” on Friday.
Grrr.
When my husband leaves one ice cube in the tray! :mad:
My license plate frame peeves:
“Always late but worth the wait.” No. You’re not. If you are late and proud of it, I won’t wait for you.
“Daddy bought it, but I got it.” Great. You’re a spoiled brat. Thanks for sharing.
Also:
Cashiers at Safeway who insist on trying to pronounce my name. It’s not easy, and they always get it wrong–which means they always have to ask me how to pronounce it so I can be included in my own annoyance. Furthermore, they always refer to me by the wrong title. I might be married, but I don’t go by “Mrs.” Ever. And since they don’t know my marital status, “Ms.” works quite nicely. (This whole Safeway fake-cheer thing cheeses me off even more because I know the cashiers get in trouble if they don’t do it, so I can’t even get mad at them about it. I’d love it if we could sign up for Safeway cards with a “Do not attempt fake cheer on this customer” flag that would show up on their computer.)
That reminds me of another. Those stores where the floor clerks have been instructed to say “hi” to every customer. Unless I ask you a question, leave me alone. If I look like I’m having trouble finding something ask if I need help. I am NOT your friend.