I wish this thread was in the pit. What a completely ignorant post.
I do that also. It’s the easiest way to take care of the filters.
I was brought up to keep to the right when driving, walking on sidewalks or in stores. It seems there are no set rules anymore and it irritates me to be forced to change lanes. Sometimes when I’m feeling cantankerous, I just get a set look, speed up and maintain my course. At those times people seem to know that if they don’t get out of my way, there’s going to be a collision and they move. No doubt they go home and grumble about the rude walker.
Maybe ten or twelve years ago, when I smoked and when there were very few public ashtrays around, I always put my smoke out and then threw the butt in a bin. Once a policeman saw me doing it and gave me a long snippy lecture about how I should never do that, I could have set the bin on fire, etc etc etc. I asked him (very carefully) what I should do with butts instead, and he said, like I was a moron, ‘On the ground! Like everyone else!’
I still put (extinguished) butts in bins after that, but I looked around for cops first.
And as far as I’m concerned, littering a cigarette butt is gross, but nowhere near as indefensible as leaving your dog’s shit in a public place because you’re just too special to clean it up. As far as I’m concerned, people who do that have waived their right to live in a civilised society with the rest of us and should be instantly banished to a large pit three feet deep in, yes, you guessed it.
This is what my husband does if he can’t find an ashtray.
My pet peeve of the week is the arrogant bicyclists who have invaded our area. They will not stop for stop signs. I get so mad everytime I see them blow through one. On Thursday I actually fussed at a pair of them for it.
When I was running last week there was a Halloween display which was a tombstone saying “Here lies the Democrat party, may it rest in peace”. I actually yelled “IC! IC!” as I ran past.
Last week, it was no longer there (they heard me? Owner got bored? Was vandalized?) But instead there was a sign saying “God Bless Fox News”. I was tempted to come back late at night with spraypaint and cross out the “B”.
Add to this, the people who get off the train and stand there. Just because we have arrived at the station doesn’t mean the journey is complete. Many of us have to actually continue walking and get to someplace else. Say, work.
A related peeve is my morning commuter train ride, on which there are always many people who believe that their purse or lunch or briefcase or knitting bag deserves its own seat. The aisles are clogged with people while these jackasses are taking up 2 seats—one with their asses and one with their stuff. And 8 times out of 10, if you ask them to move their belongings so that you can sit, they give the sigh and the *verrrrry slow *shuffling of belongings, like it’s such an incredible inconvenience for them.
That’s easily solved by picking up their stuff and dropping it in their lap. “Here, let me help!” 
I’d add to that people who wear enormous backpacks on the train, completely oblivious to the fact that they’re crowding and whacking everyone else with them.
I believe I’ve often expressed my opinions on slow walkers, sudden stoppers, and escalator standers. I fantasize daily about how much more enjoyable my commute would be if I had a cattle prod.
Oooh, I’ll join in on the hatred for that behavior. I think I am the only person in our neighborhood that picks up after my dog.
Are you being deliberately obtuse? If you throw something on the ground that isn’t normally there naturally, you’re littering. It’s the fucking definition of the word, for cripes’ sake.
Ugh, my pet peeve is people who think I should sit uncomfortably with my bag on my lap for miles just in case someone later wants to use the empty seat next to me.
If someone needs the seat that’s fine, I’ll move my stuff, but buzz off if you don’t think I’m moving it fast enough and as long as the seat is empty that’s where I’m resting my bag.
I’ve started to think that there are people who just let their dogs out free to go take a shit at night. In a huge city. With traffic and everything.
Dog shit and cigarette butts? 
I saw that once - a person with a backpack on was walking up the aisle of the bus, obliviously whacking everyone on the head with their backpack as they went by. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Hey, there’s nothing wrong with leaving your stuff on the seat, until the moment someone wants to sit in it, and then you clear that seat pronto. Carry less shit, or move faster, because seats are for sitting in.
Meh. Maybe I suffer the debilitating symptoms of slow girl disease, or that big ass bag is filled with bricks that I unselfishly transport for the homeless, you don’t know.
In any case I move at my own pace, and if you don’t like it you should take your cell phone and your latte and go hover over someone else’s bag.
Another favorite of mine. Along with “tripping” over the feet of people who stick them in the aisle, I just sit in the seat with the bag in it. It always gets moved hastily out of the path of my butt. I’ve yet to actually sit on anyone’s bag.
Well, are you talking about a situation where there are lots of other seats or where the train/bus is full and that seat is pretty necessary? If it’s the latter, I don’t really get the hostility–it’s a seat that they need.
Nor do I care. Move your shit. Now.
No. Seats are for sitting in. Move your shit. Now.
Or what? I mean really, the bus is a trial for everyone. Would it kill you to give a girl a second? Or three?
Because really, we’re talking about a matter of seconds here. Let’s say it takes me 4 seconds to move my bag, count them out in your head, is that too many? What about 6 or 8?
Is your fuse really that short?
Hey, if you appear to be moving your stuff reasonably quickly, we’re good. If you appear to be exasperated that someone had the audacity to want to sit where your bag is, and take an “I’ll move it in my own good time” attitude, I’m gonna pick it up and drop it in your lap myself.
Mothers who use those oversized, big-wheeled child carriers as urban assault vehicles, and expect you to get the hell out of the way because they were able to procreate.
People who walk abreast on the sidewalk and expect YOU to get out of their way.
Well, then I’d have to say your behavior is much more rude that the person with the bag on the seat.