When I am making an egg over-easy and I break the yolk.
When I get a song stuck in my head, but not the whole song. Oh no, no no no. Just a part of the song. I went around work all day today singing, “Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly…”
Mis-placed apostrophes.
And of course, the mis-use of “there,” “they’re,” and “their.” But that thread has been done before…
Also, ever since I heard somewhere that the numbers one through nine are written (or typed) in word form, and 10 and above are written in numerical form, it has bothered me to no end to see “1 in 4 doctors recommend (certain product),” especially when the number starts a sentence.
I’d say that ditching the penny should be a much higher priority. I mean, at least $1 will buy you a cheap burger. Pennies are just plain worthless. Besides, if we got rid of them first, we’d have an empty slot in all the tills for the dollar coins, and people could stop bitching about that.
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People who bitch about the lack of till space whenever the subject of dollar coins arises.
I’m sitting at a redlight, in town, in the right lane of a two lane (each way) road. A car pulls up next to me, in the left lane, and stops. Then he rolls forward about an inch. Then he does it again. And again. And again. By now he’s halfway into the crosswalk. And suddenly, I realize I’m speaking out loud. (and yes, my window was open too, whoops)
“Hey, dipshit! You can’t intimidate the friggin’ traffic signal. It’s gonna change when the timer tells it to change. We’re gonna get a green light in about 12 more seconds. Can you unbunch your panties and just wait for a whole minute?”
Then, when the light changes, I take off at less than top acceleration (it’s a 97 Saturn Wagon, four cylinder; your six year old could probably beat me off the line) and realize I’m leaving him in the dust. Apparently, he’s only in a hurry to be moving, not actually to get anywhere.
[sub]It’s like his car had to go, and was doing the “pee pee dance.”[/sub]
my biggest pet hate is simply just bottled water, i think its the most annoying thing ever and the biggest waste of money, materials and price you have to pay is totally ridiculous. At my 6th form people are willing to pay 50p for a tiny bottle of water, when there are fountains everywhere, and they claim it tastes much better. Whether or not its any cleaner or purier its a unjustifiable waste. I can understand why people buy it for car journeys or other long journeys but anything else i cant.
I also hate wasps, i think they should be culled as i can see no purpose for them.
They can talk about it as if they believe they’re right, but they acknowledge that they could be wrong.
The people I’m talking about are those who could honestly see a religion class sit down for an hour and learn about The Religion That Will Save You. They see textbooks being written based on their version of The Truth as being as valid as math systems written in base 10.
Look in GD and you’ll find people who, while they believe they’re right, are willing to imagine they could be wrong, and folks who believe they have a patent on truth. Amusingly enough, look in the pit and you’ll find the same people.
Most of the things that annoy the hell out of me happen at work (where I spend most of me time).
A co-worker who has decided to use his phone for questions to other co-workers. We have an open-plan all-cubicles layout - usually I can hear both sides of the conversation. Walk 5 feet to have your conversation, dude.
Ditto on people touching you when you don’t know them that well. I like being touched by friends, but few people do, so it becomes a forced attempt at familiarity that just makes the taget uncomfortable.
The term COB. Is that when I go home? When my boss goes home? When our central office (east coast) closes? Before you get in the office tomorrow morning? Give me a time. Grr.
(For fellow Chicagoans) Buses that run a LOT but are apparently never used. These fly past you with one person on them, then your bus pulls up with people hanging out the doors … can we do some re-routing?
People who honk excessively - there’s a bus there letting people on, nobody can go anywhere. Shut up and deal.
I hate the penny! From experience with Jamaican currancy, I know we don’t need it. Jamaica still mints coins, but at around 40 Jamaican to the US , nobody uses the coins. Everything gets rounded off to the dollar. We should do the same thing here, and round to the nickle of something.
I get so annoyed about pennies that my friends call me “penny-hater.”
Just getting rid of pennies won’t be enough. Dimes and quarters are too big and heavy for their purchasing ability, and nickels are way too big. Just chuck the whole thing come up with a completely new system. Maybe a five cent coin the size of a dime, a “quarter” the size of the today’s nickel, and then $1 and $2 coins. If it were up to me I’d just do it and damn the bitching. It seems most Americans would rather have our currency end up like Jamaica’s.
Our ancestors of 100 years ago, to whom penny was worth about 20 of our cents in purchasing power, would look at us and scratch their heads over how we refuse to bring our currency in line with real, current prices.
People who pull up 30 feet behind the next car at a red light and spend the entire “red” inching forward 6 inches at a time. I want them dead.
People who spurt this phrase, “I don’t know anything about computers…I don’t even know how to turn one on” Push a button fuckwit
Leftover toothpaste spit in the sink…makes me gag.
People who spit on the sidewalk…also makes me gag.
Hearing someonw else vomit…I have to plug my ears and hum…or, you guessed it? I will definately gag.
Graffiti on library carrolls. Keep it in the bathroom, I can deal with it there.
Writing “loose” when you mean “lose.”
Forgetting to put the top back on the toothpaste, leaving petrified Crest smegma all along the rim.
Professors who couch all of their statements either with an unsure giggle or “This is just my idea, but…”. You’re the one with the Ph.D, show some confidence already!
People who cluster on stairways to have a conversation.
Using quotation marks for emphasis.
When the paperboy’s late and I can’t read the newspaper over breakfast.
Any mold that doesn’t answer to the name “Penicillin.”
People running into each other right outside my cube and proceeding to have a 15 minute conversation right there while I am trying to work, especially while I am trying to deal with phone calls - even after I give them my “Will You Puh-leeze Move Along” glare and they still just stand there blathering away.
YES! So many people (not just academics) are totally unable to speak a single sentence in a declarative tone, like they mean it. This is (in my theory) what’s behind the terrible phenomenon of people ending every sentence with a rising tone as if it’s a question. “Hi, my name’s Cindy?” They’re afraid to say anything outright, lest someone disagree or be offended.
My pet peeve has to do with the manner in which almost all restaurants in the United States (and too many up here in Canada) serve tea. While I realize that using teabags is easier than loose leaves, the silly things are still supposed to be brought into contact with boiling water before being served. When the individual who delivers the tea brings me a cup or small pot of hot water with the teabag sitting on a saucer I am forced to wonder what they expect me to do with it.
PUT THE BLEEDING THING INTO A (PRE-HEATED) CUP OR POT, THEN POUR BOILING WATER OVER IT, BOILING, MIND YOU, NOT JUST HOT.
The only thing more annoying than bring the tea bag while still dry is the explanation that they often give that serving me in this fashion will allow me to control how “strong” the tea is. Perhaps if they just brought it out before ice started forming on the water, I could be the judge of how long it should steep.:smack:
This is not just a pet peeve, this is probably justifiable grounds for beating the person involved to within an inch of their lives.:mad:
I agree, bagkitty. The improper serving of tea simply does not qualify as a “trivial” peeve. When I have begged waithelp to pour the water over the tea bag, I have been told it is some kind of “health regulation” regarding food handling. They aren’t allowed to unwrap the tea bag for me. They might breathe on it or something, I guess. :rolleyes:
BiblioCat: Dark green, looks black at night or in poor lighting? Yep.
[sub]Cheap ass ceiling handles (puportedly for hanging formal wear in the back seat) that fall off if you hang anything heavier than a tee shirt on them? Yep.[/sub]
