Today is the cheap day to fill up your car in Sydney, so I did. The guy next to me, when the pump cut out, pulled the nozzle out a bit and drizzled in another cup of juice. I said to him, "I have to ask. Are you planning to drive on that tankful until the point that you actually need that last little bit?’
He laughed and replied, “Habit.”
Any other pointless, time wasting exercises?
I nominate the practice of cruising (or hovering) in a busy parking lot for several minutes in quest of a parking slot 80 ft closer to the store entrance than could have been had in 15 seconds.
I just took that a few minutes ago while out having a smoke. The guy was using two paint tins earlier.
Every minute or so he has to use his hand to stop himself losing balance.
Moron.
Never mind.
People who drive ten miles to a health club to exercise. Why not walk the ten miles and save the fees?
When I went to drop off my car last night, the girl in front of me didn’t have her driver’s license.
She hadn’t been dropped off, no, she drove herself to the dealership, with no license, and wanted to rent a car to use while hers was there, with no license. She said she had left at her boyfriend’s. :smack: No, she didn’t get a car.
And then park as close to the doors as they can. 
How about unprotected casual sex? What do I win? 
lol the gym I belong to has a 5 story parking garage, here in Seattle its almost always wet so the garage would be a great place to park…they only time I see people parking there is AFTER they have driven through the hard to get into and extra hard to get out of small ass parking lot near the doors.
There’s no inclement weather or night-time darkness inside a health club. No poor or non-existent sidewalks. If you need lower-impact exercise because of knee/leg problems, you can get that at the health club, like with swimming, water aerobics, exercise bicycle. You can work muscles other than those used for walking. Even if you’re just working your legs, the other machines there do very different things with leg muscle development. When I bicycled all the time I thought there was nothing else I could do to work my legs, and then I used those Nautilus-type machines with my legs. Oh god, I was wrong. I “discovered” muscles I apparently had no idea existed.
Mind you, parking as close to the door as humanly possible is pretty silly.
Chlamydia? Oh, sorry, the answer you were looking for was AIDS, wasn’t it?
Years ago I went to Menards (regional version of Lowes/Home Depot). When I walked out to my car, a pickup truck was parked behind my car, waiting for some people who had just gotten into their car 2 spots farther than mine. When I casually pointed at my car and asked him to move so I could back out, I got a very angry and profane tirade, complete with physical threats. So I sat there in my car while he waited for the other guy to back out, which was quite a while.
If he’d been thinking, he could have backed up and took my spot, two spaces closer.
Or he could have driven two freaking spaces further and taken an already empty spot.
But NO!, he has to be angry, violent and confrontational about the whole thing. Because I asked him to move and let me out.
:rolleyes:
I don’t get the parking lot thing. You’re going to walk much further not only to get into the store, but AROUND the store. Especially if you’re going to a big box retailer like Target or Walmart. Get off your fat ass and walk that extra 50 freaking feet into the store already!
Ah, but who says those escalators are moving?
And if it was me, I’d go up the down escalator, and vice versa. Get even more exercise than taking the stairs.
My dad does this on all gas pumps. He keeps filling it up until the price is a round dollar amount. He actually has a good reason for it, though—he has really complicated taxes, being a doctor with two ex-wives and a partner (one of twenty) in his practise, so every little bit to make it simpler helps. (I can’t say it’s all justified though; he is a little obsessive about things like this.)
Valete,
Vox Imperatoris
Oh my god, you just TOTALLY FUCKED WITH MY MIND!!!
Runs screaming from thread
In addition to what others have said, I add the possibility that the driver lives in a high-crime neighborhood in which walking is not the safest option.
Yep.
A question and a comment:
Question: Why would a particular day be a cheap day to fill up your car in Sydney? Is the price of gas lower on a particular day of the week?
Comment: I don’t understand why he shouldn’t fill the tank as much as possible, regardless of the point of refill. If his custom is to refill at one-eighth, then he now has seven-eights plus a squirt instead of seven-eighths. Fewer refills, less time wasted. If gas is cheaper today, all the more reason to fill to the brim.
Lack of time. Walking ten miles takes a lot longer than drive, exercise, drive.
The gas-filling thing- it’s actually a bad idea to “top off” the gas after the pump shuts off. It’s shutting off because the gas has hit a level that allows a bit of expansion room at the top of the tank. If you top it off so it’s completely full of gas, it could screw things up.
And I hate it when the pump jockey (I’m in New Jersey, where they have to pump it for you by law) knows ahead of time I’m paying with a credit card, but he still insists on topping it off to round off the dollar. Why does it matter whether I pay $37.93 or $38.00? It’s not like you have to fish around in your pocket for seven cents change- it’s a credit card!
People merging into traffic who carefully look at the cars already on the highway, then speed up or slow down to match them, and come over neither in front of nor behind a car but into the space it already occupies.
This happens to me several times a year. I was paying attention in driver education when they emphasized that cars on a highway should NEITHER speed up nor slow down, so that drivers on ramps trying to gauge the speed of traffic can form an accurate estimate.
So I drive a steady pace when I am approaching cars on a ramp. More often than you’d expect, someone on the ramp will accelerate forward, look left, lock eyes with me, then slow down or speed up to match my speed, and while driving right next to me, suddenly turn the wheel and start to come into my lane.
It appears intentional. If I was being hunted by robotic Terminators bent on killing me at any cost, I wouldn’t be surprised by this kind of thing; but purely as a driving habit, it’s head-scratchingly stupid.