Last week I had breakfast at a very popular, busy place. It was the kind of place that puts out big urns of coffee on a table and you help yourself to refills.
I was trying to get a refill, and two mid-50s business type guys decided to have a conversation right in front of the coffee-urn-table. They completely blocked it as they caught up with each other, smiling and shaking hands. I just about lost it. Right as I was about to say something, they moved.
I wish they hadn’t. I was really wanting to be bitchy to them. Standing in front of the COFFEE before I’ve had my requisite TWO CUPS?!? They had no idea what danger they were in.
Not behavior, but mental processes.
I went to the allergologist yesterday and mentioned I take an OTC antihistaminic syrup, gave the brand name. She exclaimed “wow, you must have a horrible time finding it, it’s very rare! I can’t recall ever writing a prescription for it!”
Uh… why the hell would anybody go to the allergologist for a script for a cheap OTC syrup which was the default antihistamine until very recently? (Nowadays if you just ask the pharmacist for “an antihistamine” they’re likely to offer pills, which are supposed to be more convenient). It’s like calling a mathematician when you need to add two positive integers.
Last week, I arrived at a meeting only to discover they were out of chairs. The guy hosting the meeting came in last. He got a bit of ribbing for that, and he laughed it off, gesturing to the walking cast on his broken ankle.
Nobody offered him a chair for the meeting. Really?
My gripe is with people who insist on backing into parking spaces at work. Okay, so maybe it makes for a quick getaway. But if you’re driving an extended cab, huge cargo bed, ridiculously lifted pick-up truck and it takes you 10 minutes of backing up, pulling forward, backing up, adjusting forward, backing up, etc., WTF?!? And while others are obviously waiting to get into the row to take a space?
Online at the self-checkout at the grocery store today. Four stations, two on each side with an open aisle between them. Well, it should have been open, except the old guy in front of me had his empty cart parked square in the middle so I couldn’t get around to the open station in front of him. By the way, he had a full size cart and all he was buying was one 24 oz. can of beer. He could not figure out how to operate the self-checkout register, so I politely said, “Excuse me, can I squeeze by?” He made no response whatsoever and continued to stare at the machine like it was a calculus test. So I moved his empty cart to the side myself while saying, “Excuse me I’m just going to move your cart so I can get by.” As I made my way past him he muttered under his breath, “Sure, you must be a big hurry, go ahead.” Really???
You know, I think some of these responses say more about the poster than the person they were having a what the fuck moment about. Like the guy upthread who was shocked that the random guy he came up to in the gym didn’t bow down to how awesome his martial arts skills were, or the guy who has never seen the elderly employ a shopping cart as a walker.
I used to drive for a same day courier service and it was company policy that drivers were to back into parking spaces(where possible).
Explanation: The vast majority of parking lot mishaps occur while backing pout. You can’t see oncoming traffic until you’re almost all the way out. When you back in, you can see any traffic that might be involved. When pulling out, the aisles are visible with little or no pull forward.
That being said, douchebag should park his motorized penis elsewhere. I’ll bet there were empty spaces very near by he could have pulled through to park.
We have peacocks roaming freely in our local zoo. The other day, one of them was parading about with his tail feathers fanned. I was taking a picture of my kids with the peacock in the background when a woman stood between my kids and the peacock, so SHE could take a picture of the peacock. The fact that she was on a field trip from one of the wealthiest private schools in the area only made me more pissed at her.
My WTFIYP moment is when people have a problem that I used the provided motorized door opener. There’s nothing like complaining about people doing something the easier way, when people could expend more personal effort doing it.
The department stores here have huge, automated revolving doors. There are big red signs on the glass saying “Please do not press against the glass; it will slow the doors down. Please stay away from the middle of the revolving doors; the doors will stop if you do so.” (The spaces in the revolving doors are big enough to let 2-3 people in at once, comfortably.)
And EVERY TIME I go through those doors, people are practically throwing their bodies against the glass to “make it go faster” and/or crowding themselves in so people get pushed towards the center. And the doors stop and start, stop and start.
And to top it all off, sometimes the store locks the regular doors on either side of the revolving door, so you have no choice but to suffer through the revolving doors with the rest of the herd.
I think your stealth-bragging could use a little work.
We run into this in the zoo all the time, too - you see me standing there, looking at the animals? You see me staring at the back of your head when you move to stand right in front of me? It doesn’t really take a rocket surgeon to figure out where I was looking, does it?
06:10, an articulated (double length) bus that was mostly empty. I’m sat on a long sideways seat. There is another fully empty long sideways seat immediately across from me, and most of the other normal seats are empty as well.
Woman gets on the bus and sits down right next to me. WTF?
Okay, whatevs, I can live with that. It’s annoyed me, but I’m not going to say or do anything.
Until she starts picking her ears and her nose. Sticking her finger all up in her ear’s bidness and rooting around in there. I just went “WTF?” and moved across to the (still) empty seat across the way. Like fucking seriously. It’s bad enough you sit right next to me when the bus is just about empty, but don’t do that shit then start picking your head-holes. Especially not at six in the fucking morning.
Me, with TWO ITEMS in my hands, making my way toward the only register open. Lady coming from opposite direction with a cart full of shit. She practically started jogging to beat me there.
Really?
Then she took out a Ziploc bag full of quarters to pay for her shit.
In defense of a few of those cars in the drive through - I have to use it when I have dogs with me (most of the time) when it is warm (most of the time here).
My WTF moment has been going on all week. The people across the street got a vuvuzela from some where and come out into their driveway to blow it. This is frequently accompanied by one of their kids screaming in time. WTF? Do that shit in your house!
This one averages about once a week at work. I’ll be on the elevator and someone will literally try to push past me to get on before I’m out.
Less often. There will be a group of us on the elevator and clueless twit will be halfway through the door before realizing there’s no room for them until someone gets off. And then stands there in the middle of the door expecting people to squeeze around them to exit.
This is exactly why I mind my own business at the gym. Most people there aren’t professional–hell, even amateur–athletes. They just want to work out in peace. Next time, either start showing off your skills and wait for him to ask for pointers, or bite your tongue and focus on your own workout.
This. Sweet Jeebus, this drives me f’n crazy! I hotel all week, and generally work in multi-story buildings, and this shit happens all the damn time.
I hate the phrase, but " REALLY, you couldn’t wait the extra 3 seconds for us to get off the damn thing?!? The instruction sheet for an elevator is pretty short, look it over again!
