You are free not to be peeved by my peeve.
What’s with the effort to talk me out of my peeve? Just let me be freakin’ peeved.
I know too many people who don’t pronounce the first R in “frustrated.”
Sure, it’s confirmation bias, since I first noticed here on the SDMB, but now I notice it 100 times a day: people who stop short at the traffic lights, sometimes by as much as 1 or even 2 car lengths. As if someone turning is going to hit them. Even if the person stopping short is in the far right lane, and there’s a better chance of a piano falling out of a plane and hitting their car than getting hit by someone turning from their right.
Pull up to the line. That often will trigger the light. Fuckin’ herd instinct. Someone sees someone else doing it, and all of a sudden, it’s the thing to do.
AND another thing: get rid of all the cutesy-tutesy words than end in an “E” sound. “Selfie,” “Bestie,” those kinds of things. It makes me all stabby.
People who grocery shop together, slowly walking two carts down the aisle side-by-side, yammering away, so no one else can get by.
People who park their grocery cart perpendicularly across the aisle while they shop, so no one else can get by.
People getting checked out who aren’t finished shopping yet.
People who park next to you in an empty or near-empty parking lot. What the fuck?!
People who consider anywhere, including middle lanes (yes, I’ve actually seen people do this), to be an appropriate “bus stop” to let someone out of the car.
Basically all people who behave in ways that indicate they have no regard for anyone else in the world.
Sorry, didn’t mean to come off that way. Just trying to see some logic in the expression!
Part of my drive to work is along a nice, 60mph road with good visibility. The sort of road that there’s no reason, in decent weather, to go any less than the limit, especially when it’s quiet, which it inevitably is when I’m there, as one of the few advantages of night work. Roughly one car in 20, for some reason, must take the entire 6 mile stretch at precisely 40mph.
It’s not quite wide or straight enough to safely overtake someone doing 40.
Gaaaah.
This with the added fun - I want to make a right-hand turn and the guy (it’s almost always a man) who just cut wants to continue straight. I can only assume that he saw my turn signal and is just naturally a jackass.
When in Peeve Mode, I scoff at logic. Although, granted, most of the peeves mentioned in this thread are logic-based.
It’s one of the many reasons I won’t shop at Walmart anymore but what in the world is this shopping method of filling one’s cart full of stuff as if it was some kind of wish list and then while the cashier is ringing it up making your decision at that point which items you’re really going to buy?
(one last one)… If I hear one more person utter the word “more” to the person assembling their Chipotle burritto I’m going to scissor kick them in the back of the head. Apparently 1000 calories just isn’t enough for some people.
More office things that annoy me:
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[li]Listening to someone eat potato chips/Cheetos/nuts/whatever for twenty minutes, and hearing non-stop *KRUNCH CRASH CRUNCH CHOMP KEEE-RUNCH CHOMP! ". Just. Stop. [/li]
[li]Also, I sit near a door. The door has a badge entry, so all afternoon I hear “BLEEP!” as people come in, followed by the door opening and closing with a SWISSSH/THUNK. And the associated people talking loudly as they come in, because, hey, ***they ***aren’t working. [/li]
[li]Finally, the nosy bastards who decide to “go for a walk”, and on the way out feel the need to look at everyone’s computer as they go by. I actually bought a privacy screen for my laptop to foil them. But really, under HIPAA privacy laws, they shouldn’t be doing that anyway. [/li][/ul]
These are three of many reasons that I told my boss that my long-term career plan is to get an office with a door.
I’m feeling extra-stabby today.
Apparently I’m pretty sensitive to sudden, loud noises. There’s a dude in our office that slams the phone down after every single call. It doesn’t appear to be in anger; he does it regardless of what the tone of the conversation was. What the hell is up with that?
And why can’t people at the gym be arsed to set the weights down instead of just dropping them. It’s especially annoying in the class rooms with the wood floors. Why none of the employees never say anything is beyond me.
Another lazy creature is the woman in the shoe dept. (think a Ross or a Target) who just drops the shoes she’s going to try on with a loud THWACK sound.
Don’t just drop things, people! It make you appear lazy and / or hostile.
THIS creates in me a murderous rage. And I work in an office with just one other person. So the crunch-crunch is DEAFENING-- I mean, she’s two feet away from me. My late husband (God bless him) was an ice-cruncher. I’d be way back in my office and I’d hear the crunch-crunch and then the rattle as he shook the ice around in his 32 oz. mug. But only for a couple of hours. (May that otherwise sweet man rest in peace and may his ice-crunching in heaven not annoy any of the angels.)
There’s a name for this: Misophonia, which, in spite of the name, does NOT refer to people who can hear Japanese broth speaking to them… Wookinpanub, you are probably afflicted with this, too.
Excessive use of the word “that” (in writing). Some people tend to unnecessarily pepper them in wherever they can, like 6th graders use the word “like” (do they still do that?).
Ohmigosh, I bet you’re right. Someone brought this up in another thread and I thought then “hey, that’s me” and then another poster(s) claimed it is bunk and I kind of forgot about it. Now, when I think of all the sounds that trigger the serial killer in me, I realize I have too many to be contained within these virtual pages :(
That or I’m just a cranky bitch.
Oddly enough, the ice crunching thing doesn’t bother me in the least.
I could run upstairs and KILL my father at this point. He has had some sort of something in his sinuses for like two years now and his regular but random throat-clearing just sets me off!! And now we have a new person in the office who clears her throat as a tic she’s probably not even aware of and I silently scream SHUT UP!!!
Then I feel guilty that I am not generous enough to sympathize with someone who has had to clear his throat for like two years now. 
Your peeve reminds me of one of mine. My 5 year old son and I do a lot of walking in our neighborhood. I always test him on looking both ways before crossing the street and knowing when it’s safe to do so.
It never fails, every time we practice street crossing, there will be a driver who thinks they are being helpful by stopping their car and waving us across the street.
Then I have to do the “no, you go” wave back. Sometimes this goes on for a bit until the driver finally drives off looking confused.
Umm hello? I’m trying to teach my kid good safety habits. I don’t want him to think it’s ever okay to cross in front of a car for any reason even if the driver waves them through. He can wait until traffic is completely clear. You see me standing at the curb gesturing to a little kid to look both ways. You can’t tell out I’m trying to teach him to watch for cars? Yes, I know you think you’re being helpful by letting us cross, but I won’t always be there when he crosses streets as he gets older and you’re inhibiting my lesson in safety. Just drive the way you’re supposed to and don’t worry about what I’m doing.
Two more: single. word. sentences. I can’t stand it when people write Best. Pizza. Ever. (or worse, evah). Because. Single. Words. Don’t. Make. Sentences.
Car windows tinted so darkly I can’t see inside. Not that I want to look in your car, but when I’m driving, I use the other driver’s body language to anticipate what he’s going to do. If I see the guy in front of me turning his head several times on the freeway, I’m guessing he’s going to change lanes. If someone is on a side street, and their windows are so black I can’t see the driver, I don’t know if he’s seen me or not. He may pull out in front of me.
When I see things like that (or worse, people that just abandon their trolleys in the middle of the aisle while they wonder off looking for whatever), I try to slip a couple of random items into their trolley while they’re not looking. It’s a kind of karma.
Ooooo, you’re bad. I like you. 