Along these lines, when texting, I often find people using “wat” instead of “what”. Now I can tolerate most text-speech but this is just fucking idiotic.
Same here. I once got an Email from my son’s English teacher and she made this mistake.
For the life iof me, I really hope that was a typo.
Prolly wasnt.
I’ll tell you what really gets me.
I am not handicapped, and neither is She-who-must-not-be-named, but our son is. We have a handicapped placard and park in the provided spots. I can’t count the number of times I’ve gotten the stink-eye from people while I was loading groceries or whatnot. I’ve had security guards and policemen challenge me, as well.
One time while I was unloading my cart and I was, coincidentally, going through one of my periodic joint problems, a guy pulled up and, pointing at his placard, said, “Do you have one of these?”
I told him, “Yes.”
He sneered, “You don’t look handicapped!”
I hobbled over to his car and started beating on his hood with my cane. He sped away. It was a rather cathartic experience!
Moral: Just assume that the people parked in the handicapped space belong there. You’ll almost always be right, and you’ll go through a lot less unnecessary stress.
It annoys me that my flatmate won’t open the door when someone rings the doorbell unless he’s expecting someone. We live in a safe area of a safe town, there’s no reason to fear attack, he’s up and about and dressed, but he just can’t be bothered. I just don’t like the mentality of it. Someone might need your help, someone might have send a surprise present, it might be that the building needs maintenance or any number of other reasonable things. Sure it could be Jehova’s Witnesses or other people you don’t want to deal with, but isn’t that part of life. I don’t like this idea of “it’s not for me, so I can’t be asked to engage with the outside world.”
The real question here is, do you park in the handicapped spots when your son isn’t with you?
I regularly write ‘yea verily’, is that ok? 
Join me, and we can kill twice as many offenders! 
I have a Get Fuzzy mug. Bucky the cat learns that there are poet laureates, and he declares that he will be a “smack-you-upside-the-head” laureate. When he’s informed that nobody will pay him for that, he offers it as a free service. I think that this is a fine idea, as long as the right people are chosen to do the smacking.
If I’m not expecting someone, the chances of someone ringing my doorbell with a surprise present is pretty small. Most delivery companies don’t deliver things, they just put a note on your door saying “sorry we missed you”, they don’t even ring the damn bell! The chances that the doorbell ringer is a godbotherer, a politician, or a salesperson is quite high, though, something on the order of 95%. As for someone needing help…I’m 55. In my whole frigging life, there has only been ONE instance of someone needing help. Let’s cut 10 years off my youth, when I didn’t answer the door because I was too young, and 10 years more, when I decided that I wasn’t going to answer the door to one more person who wanted to know if I’d found Jesus (because, you know, I’m not actually allowed to smack people upside the head). So that’s 35 years, and one instance, ONE INSTANCE, of someone needing help.
Oh, I would totally be one of the right people!
You can argue this point by point, but I just don’t like the mentality that strangers cannot engage with you without you having prior knowledge who they are. To me that’s being closed off and it’s anti-community.
Also, in my case, I have flatmates (you may not) but the surprise parcel/help needer etc might be for them. So even if I know it’s not for me, I answer to be helpful.
I had a VERY close friend years ago who would not answer the door unless she knew someone was going to visit, AND they knocked in a very specific way. After trying to visit unannounced a couple of times, even yelling to let her know it was me at the door, I gave up that routine and made damned sure that I rang beforehand…that’s when she deigned to pick up the phone. :rolleyes:
Yes, she was nuts. She was claiming damages for becoming nuts from her employment at a major Australian company and got paranoid that they were investigating her surreptitiously…believe me, she was crazy beforehand.
Normal people don’t pull that kind of shit.
Well, I’m glad at least I’m not alone!
Except when they have no placard or appropriate license plate giving them permission the park there; then it’s most likely assured that they don’t belong there.
I don’t know about anyone else, but I get unreasonably torqued when I come up to a stop sign, and some d-bag who DOESN’T have the right-of-way waves me on like they’re doing a favor.
It just steams me, and I’m not quite sure way- maybe it’s because I have the right of way and I don’t need their approval, or something like that?
Doesn’t bother me if they have the right-of-way and wave me on- that’s cool. It does piss me off when they’re the second or third person at the intersection and they wave me on when I was the first person there.
You’re not alone.
I will do this if the cars got there at pretty close to the same time. I guess it’s my way of letting you know that I know I don’t have the right of way and I am not going to pull out in front of you.
From where I’m from, a lot of drivers don’t remember the rules. It becomes a time saver then. I don’t have to wait 15 seconds for them to finally decide that they have the right of way.
On the other side I hate people who keep NO stopping distance so have to hit their brakes every time the guy in front of them slows down. Roll five feet - flash brake lights. Roll ten feet - flash brake lights.
Dude, your car will slow down all by itself when you take your foot off the gas. If you leave stopping distance, you’ll be able to do this smoothly.
ETA: I never open the door if I am not expecting you. I just don’t wanna. Don’t ever show up at my house unexpected. If there is an emergency, call 911. If you have a present for me, leave it at the door.
I don’t answer the phone unless I feel like it either. I am not at the service of my doorbell and my telephone.
I despise the clowns that think that just because they knock on my door that I am
- Going to listen to their heresy, after listening to their roundabout attempt to engage me in conversation,
- Stupid enough to give them money for their non-existent baby without milk/drug rehab facility
- Wanting to talk to a complete stranger.
I am closed off and anti-community. I don’t even like to communicate with people whom I know, let alone some creep strangers. The very strangers who come to my door wouldn’t deign to spit on me if I were lying in a puddle of my own blood, so, why should I jump at their beckoning knock?
That also drives me a bit crazy - to an experienced driver, brake lights flashing means, “HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS!” When they keep flashing, it’s like, “HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS!” “HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS!” “HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS!” “HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS!” “HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS!” “HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS!” “HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS!” “HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS!” “HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS!” “HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS!” “HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS!”