The book is an obvious satire. Additionally, the publisher’s marketing asks that it be shelved in humor. That’s not the point anyway. The point is that customers seem to think that it is easier for me to tell them where a section is as opposed to a specific book, while in fact that is not true. I wouldn’t actually expect a customer to know that, but it’s still a Random Thing that Pisses me Off.
I start a new job on Wednesday, though, so soon I will never have to be annoyed at that ever again.
People who think the Civil War is still going on, who call it the “War Against Northern Aggression”, or who otherwise are obsessed with the topic. Hell, us Yankees WON the damn thing and you never hear us talk about it.
– People wearing clothing with the logo of some place or organization or sports team. It’s my opinion that no one should ever wear any such logo unless you’ve earned the right. Wanna wear a shirt with the name of a college? Enroll there. Wanna wear the name of a sports team? Get on the team. Wanna wear the name of some place? Go there – and not just to the gift shop. There oughtta be a law!
– People who think parking rules don’t apply to them. Every time I see a car left sitting at the curb in front of a store I get a surge of irritation. If it’s left with the engine running, I’m always tempted to get in and drive away. I wouldn’t keep it or even take it very far, just far enough to cause a real PITA for the owner.
– Fast food drive throughs. The only time I ever use these is if there is not a single car already in line. Whenever I see several cars in line with their engines running, the same phase runs through my mind, “Lazy b*******!”
– People who want me to drink. I don’t drink, not for moral or religious reasons, I just think alcohol tastes really nasty and its effects are undesirable. I’ve tasted numerous forms just out of curiosity but none appeal to me. On a few occasions though, I’ve had people try to convince me that I oughtta just try because ‘it’s an acquired taste’. Sometimes I think it’d be easier if I just said I was a recovering alcoholic, then maybe they’d leave it alone.
You know what buddy? I earned the right to wear the logo of my favorite sports team by being a FAN. That gives me the right to wear clothing with Buccaneers symbols, Warren Sapp jerseys, and anything else I damn well please. So now only people who play on the team can wear stuff with their logo on it? BS.
I seriously hope you’re being facetious.
People going in the out and out the in.
The stupid bitch cheerleader in my management group who can’t meet with us at a normal time because she has “priorities”. Yeah, so do the 5 of us, but this is for class. Isn’t that why we’re in college? Oh, nope, we’re here to jump around in front of football players.
PEOPLE TALKING REALLY LOUD BEHIND ME DURING LECTURE WHILE I TRY TO UNDERSTAND MY AUSTRIAN PROFESSOR. Inside voices, people.
This stupid &*#@ing cold that makes my nose run like a faucet and then when I blow it I get my hands all wet. Ieeeewwwwww.
The bikers who live next-door and like to rev up their damn Harleys at 2 am. Oh, is that them right now?
I’ve had my rats on anti-biotics for 2 weeks and they still aren’t better. The damn stuff costs $15 a bottle and they just suck it down!
Rag on cheerleaders all you like, but the fact is, once you’re on the squad, you’re committed to a group effort. It would be just as wrong for her to let the other cheerleaders down, by skipping or being late to practice, as it would be for someone in a stage production to skive off rehearsal, or someone in student government to forgo a meeting. How are the other 5 of you balancing your priorities?
People who park in the handicapped spaces illegally.
Those “princess” and “I love ME” t-shirts. A girl I know wears them all the time. Once, she wore a tiara through an entire meal and evening at home with friends.I think she also has a t-shirt that says, “Bitch”.
Wierdos on the bus. No, I am NOT your new best friend. I’ll keep my headphones on even if the batteries die in my CD player, just so they won’t talk to me. Heh…don’t even get me started on those stories.
Girls who shriek at the top of their lungs. There were two right behind me last night at the Weezer concert. I already had a headache. I was about to give them each a good swift kick in the pants with my Doc Martens.
The satanic qualities associated with cat hair.
famou sbig brother people: they didnt DO anything
when having some debate or mock trial in class closing your argument with “its just mabo… its the vibe…” for all those who have seen the aussie classic film, and loved it, nobody needs to hear it or “band camp” references 12 million times.
people who discuss current affairs and unadmittedly quote off the news. shut up if you cant formulate your own opinions
you tell someone, “i am going to watch my tape of last weeks “the practice” now”
“oooh i cant beleive richard bay got killed!”
when people lie on your tummy and you feel guilty to breathe
when people tell you how expensive their clothing/car/kitchen is, or if not emphasize that their new top is VERSACE. well done
people who dont admit they study for an exam. what do you want us to think? that you can write a specified essay on command with quotations? well done genius
people who think that everyone should be mature. i liek being immature alright?
people who dont understand that swearing is wonderful for emphasis.
people who’s conversation starters are repeatedly “im sooooo tired”
ingredients on the side of serial boxes and choclate etc “may contain traces of nuts” dont you think they should know?
teachers who tell me “you dont need to know that” yes i do!
feminists- i dont know why they just piss me off.
liek the tiara girl- i hate people who go out in public with fairy wings and wands
The non-existent word “ASTERIX.” Or worse, “ASTERICT.” It’s spelled asterisk. The S is before the K. Get a dictionary.
The word “phat.”
Hot tempered people.
People who think they are smart and refer to themselves as “intellectuals” despite their raw ignorance.
People who “love animals” but know nothing about them except that they are cuddly, they eat, and they poop. (See PETA).
Extremists. (I call them “extremities.”)
People who get pissed and freak out at the sight of the confederate flag.
People who drive Hondas with all the performance modifications to “trick out” their cars and think it’s actually got horsepower and speed.
All small cars that claim to be “safe.”
People who ask what my password is. There’s a reason it’s a password, Beavis.
Okay, this is the single most annoying thing EVER! I call it the “Valley Girl Melody.” It’s the 2-or-3-note tune to which valley girls sing phrases like “as if,” “hello,” “what-e-ver,” or “don’t go there.” People will squeeze any short phrase into that melody and repeat it until I kill them. It’s worse when men do this. It’s very feminine.
Also a VallyGirlesque impediment is to use a noun as an adjective. For example, “That is sooo last Tuesday.” “Last Tuesday” is NOT a word to describe “that!”
If you’re aware that a customer might not have your knowledge, then why does it still piss you off?
Automotive fuel fillers on the passenger side.
Most of the time I’m a pretty easy going guy.
You have obviously never gone to a fast-food place in the rain with three small children.
Gotta comment on this one, too. Yes, being a fan gives us the right to wear “our” team shirts.
[sub]Although I wouldn’t be caught dead in a Buccaneers shirt…Go Ravens![/sub]
Blasphemy!
quoting myself from an earlier post:
response from ladyfoxfyre:
The “There oughtta be a law!” part was indeed facetious. The rest was not. Somewhere in our past, somebody got the idea of making up shirts with symbols on them so that people who had done something together or had something in common could identify one another. I think that was a terrific idea. Later, somebody else got the idea to extend the group’s boundaries to include fans or supporters. That was an okay idea I guess. It watered down the original point but still has some value.
Even later though, somebody got the idea that these items were profit centers and could be exploited so the logo was licensed and anybody at all could buy and wear one. And buy them they did.
Why do we wear these kind of clothes? I hope I’m not being too far out here but I think it’s so that we can identify people who have some tiny little thing in common with us. Maybe that way we can find a little break in the isolation that our society has built around us (“Hey, you’ve been to <insert place here>, too! Glad to meet you. I love that place!”) Am I wrong here? Is it all just fashion?
We now have a situation in our society in which virtually all the meaning has been ruthlessly bleached out of the words and symbols that we wear. We have a people wearing symbols that say nothing about them except that they bought the shirt. I don’t have a problem with you wearing a shirt to express your relationship with your team. I must admit I’d prefer if the shirts sold to fans explicitly stated that the wearer was a fan/supporter. What I have a problem with is that literally anybody at all can wear that same shirt. Have you ever talked to somebody who was wearing a Buccaneers shirt only to find that to them, it’s just a shirt with pretty colors? If you don’t find that offensive, I’d be pretty surprised. How about if you ran into somebody who actually was affiliated with the team and didn’t bother to talk to them because they look they any other doofus wearing a pretty colored shirt?
I live a few miles from an ivy league university. I could walk into their bookstore and buy a logoed sweatshirt and wear it anywhere. I won’t do that though. Likewise, I won’t wear one from any other school I didn’t attend, even if a friend attends and gets me a shirt as a gift. There is a principle at stake here. Okay, maybe it’s not a big principle but it still bugs me and that was the subject of this thread after all.
Emergency room workers who try to make me feel like an even bigger idiot. Yes, I now know I should be more careful sharpening the mower blade. Yes, I now know it’s dangerous. Almost losing the hand didn’t really sink in… Your comments have really helped to drive the point home.
Yes, I’m an idiot - what did you expect?