Usually, once tollways have paid off the cost of a highway, they’re no longer tollways. Yet, after 20+ years of this shit, you have the audacity to exactly DOUBLE the price of tolls, up to between $.80 and $1.00? Are you fucking kidding me? I hit FOUR of these on the way to work every day, you shit-gobbling pedophiles!
You’ve made it so that I have to purchase an “I-pass” electronic box to automatically deduct tolls as I go through. While this process has been enough of a pain in the ass, THE FUCKING THING BARELY WORKS. Half of the time, it isn’t registered as I go through the fucking gate!
And god forbid I go through one of the non-I pass lanes, because it’s likely that the FUCKING GATE WON’T RAISE! I’m not in the bait of carrying $10 in fucking change with me in my car every day, so I never have the coins to toss into the basket when your fucking piece of shit technology doesn’t work, so I’m stuck at the fucking gate!
But wait - here comes the FUCKING MORON BEHIND ME who’s already pulled up so close that I can’t back up to the basket even if I DO have change with me - and now he’s honking! Hey, shit-for-brains, if you’re blocking me from being able to put change in the basket, how the fuck do you expect me to DO that? Why don’t you fucking throw some money in to raise the gate, you fuckwad?
“I am standing at an intersection which, only half an hour ago, was blocked off because of ice on the road. The ice has melted now, traffic has resumed, and I’m still standing here to tell you that there used to be ice on this road.”
Roommate: stop reading over my shoulder when I’m on the computer. It’s fucking annoying.
My knees: Okay, let’s talk. I’m eighteen. YOu are, therefore, eighteen years old as well. Knees are supposed to function perfectly fine, regardless of how much stress you put on them, before the age of twenty. Can’t we wait at least two years before you start causing me to personally keep the ibuprofen business flying high?
Roommate, karate sensei, aikido sensei, parents, and various friends: You asked me what was wrong. I told you my knees hurt. Don’t fucking tell me to go to the doctor. You know me, therefore, you know that so long as I’m physically capable of walking, I’m not going to the doctor for a non-problem. I’ve been dealing with it for at least a year. I know my body better than a doctor who’s not me. Bite me.
Friend: Dude, if you don’t like my music, don’t listen to it on iTunes. Simple.
Euclid: Bite me, you loser. You’re confusing as hell, your definitions suck, you introduce concepts and terms without definitions, and you generally blow. You’re about as sexy as a stale biscuit, and it’s probably been an improvement since you died.
Ouch, you poor thing. My own darling daughter started suffering from back problems at 16 years old. Sciatica, which I also have, but I didn’t start having attacks until I was 21.
I KNOW you said don’t tell you this, but how do you know it’s not something that can be controlled if you don’t at least have a consultation? And, I can tell you from experience, that ibuprofen and its ilk will eventually cause some NOT so lovely gastro-intestinal probs to go along with the knee probs.
I know, I know…but as one who’s been there, would you at least consider a “looksee” consult?
Dear VH1, please change the playlist for your morning show. I’m pretty slow in the mornings, and the fact that you always start the 7:00 hour with Soldier by Destiny’s Child followed by *Boulevard of Broken Dreams * by Green Day makes me think I’m living the movie Groundhogs Day. Please stop fucking with my head. Please play some different music.
I pit the fact that it’s not news until it hits the east coast. Awww, poor Washington D.C. hit 25 degrees today - it’s sooooo cold! They’re freezing their asses off! Poor little souls. :rolleyes:
Listen, fucksticks: I live in Minnesota. I live in the warm part of Minnesota. You don’t know from cold. Stop bitching about your “cold” or I swear I’ll instantly transport you to Embarass to educate you about cold.
Now 3 feet of snow - that’s respectable. That’s news. Cold, in January, is not news. Especially not to Minnesotans. Suck it up, assholes.
Would you please do us all a favor and ask what you, in fact, really mean to ask? For example, instead of saying, “Is this a good gift for me to give my girlfriend?” please say, “Agree with this gift I’ve decided to give my girlfriend.”
I mean, nothing personal, but you look like an asshat asking for us to opine about your predicament and then crying like a schoolgirl when people don’t agree with your idiotic post.
The nice lady at Dunkin’ Donuts who told me my food cost $3.38, accepted a $1 bill, two neat stacks of four quarters, and two more quarters. She looked at me after tossing it all in the register and said “Fifty more cents.” After I explained how carefully I had handed her the ten quarters, she gave me a “Whatever…” look and then…
She handed me back a dime, not 12 cents. Its a tiny piddling thing. However, it’s a breach of etiquette for a salesperson to audaciously round my change down without my consent.
Why the hell does piddly stuff like this annoy me? I wish I could just let it all roll off my back. It doesn’t bother me anymore, but at the time, it put me in the proper mood so that…
I gave the Jersey salute to the fellow who was behind me this morning when I was crossing two lanes of traffic (both in same direction). The six huge SUVs in the near lane had politely stopped to allow me to cross, but due to their bulk, I could not see the far lane at all. This means that even though the fellow beeped, I had no certainty that beyond the hood of the lead SUV I wouldn’t encounter certain death from a barreling garbage truck.
What am I, freaking invisible? You read enough of the fucking thread to realize it might be a reaction to that but did you bother to read anything I posted? Obviously not, asshole.
And double what **Sat on Cookie ** said.
It’s still raining. At least I’ve got tonight and a bottle of port to look forward to.
On that note, I’d like to pit the people who pounce on people waiting at the bus stop, hawking jewelry, panhandling, or just trying to pick our pockets. Clearly, they have the schedules memorized so they can go in for the kill at the moment they know you’ll be digging for your fare. And they’re really, really good at lurking out of sight beforehand. I am not unobservant, but they still run up on me. (No one’s successfully picked my pocket yet, but I’ll still pit them for trying.)
—People who try to finish your sentences for you. Especially if it’s too early for them to have a clue what you’re getting at.
“My neighbors have this dog—”
“And it barks all night?”
“No, it’s an inside dog. They—”
“It crapped on your lawn?”
“No. ‘We’ don’t have a lawn; it’s communal to the building and it’s a postage stamp. They’re paying me to feed—”
“You don’t have a lawn?”
:smack:
—My insurance company. Why the fuck did you change my prescription plan so I get half as many pills for the same money? Yes, JTL, I know it’s still a great health plan. Still, now I only get 30 days’ worth of pills instead of 45 days.
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Why the hell does piddly stuff like this annoy me? I wish I could just let it all roll off my back. It doesn’t bother me anymore, but at the time, it put me in the proper mood so that…
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This bugs me, too. It’s my damned penny, and I decide whether or not I want it.
Oh, on another similar note - I despise tip jars at fast food/coffee joints. You took my order, you brought it to me, you made change. For this you deserve a tip? For doing the bare minimum required for your job?
So I’ve got a 368, all positive feedback rating on eBay. I get up this morning and discover that a buyer has left a neutral for me. I know, a neutral ain’t nearly as bad as a negative, but it’s still a blemish of sorts on an otherwise perfect feedback score. (And yes, I realize by the law of averages that it had to happen sooner or later, but still…) Anyway, his comments: “good and fast transaction, but box (this was a boxed DVD set) slightly (italics mine) damaged during shipping.” Now I packed that sucker well, so the post office must have banged hell out of it for it to be damaged - not my fault, right? Thing is, if he’d contacted me about this before leaving the neutral, I would have gladly given him a partial refund even though the damage wasn’t my fault. So, dear buyer, fuck you for jumping the gun on this. I see you have a perfect rating so far, hopefully karma will rectify that. Fuckin’ dick.
I got a neutral the other day too, for a book I’d sold on half.com - not because the book or package arrived damaged, but because she thought my packaging didn’t protect the book enough. While that may have been reasonable criticism for a rare or new books, this was a used book, being sold in Good condition, for $1.50. The same woman had emailed me 2 days after she placed her order asking when she’d receive it (but, of course, hadn’t paid for expedited shipping). Damn, if you want a perfect copy today, then go to Borders and pay the $15 for a new copy - don’t complain about the $4.50 (with shipping) you spent to get mine.
I pit the cat that won’t leave my lucky bamboo plant alone. The poor thing was dying so I had to cut the stalk and reroot it, this made it easier for the cat to get it, now he’s chewed off most of the leaves which make him throw up. It is now my unlucky bamboo plant.
I pit the ants that keep getting into the bowl to get to the water I have my unlucky bamboo in whenever I move it to the only place in my house that the cat can’t get to it.
I pit all the ants, I have 3 varieties. The little tiny ones, the black ones and the carpenter ants. The littler ones go away eventually when I put out the ant bait but they also always come back eventually. I usually find out they are back when I find a bunch of them in something (like my unlucky bamboo) I know carpenter ants are bad, I need to make some major roof repairs and get the bad wood replaced to get rid of them. I can’t afford this.
I pit my money pit, also known as my house that started falling appart the second I moved in. If I manage to fix anything, at least two to three more things break, go bad, fall apart or whatever.
On to work. I pit my coworkers that think that slapping a towel or blanket into an unreasonable fascimile of “folded” and then stacking them into a leaning tower of towels in such a manner that trying to remove one causes the entire thing to fall on top of you or fall all over the place is not acceptable. No, I am not being anal about how they should be folded or stacked, it looks sloppy and if clients see it they think we can’t take care of your pets because we can’t even fold towels and stack them neatly. If it takes only 10 seconds more to do something neatly as opposed to that half-assed stuff then you do it the right way.
You are not so busy that you can’t spare the time to do it right.
How many times do I have to tell staff that if you want time off that is not for a medical reason or a scheduled vacation then you need to find someone to fill in for you? Why is it that a co-worker decides to throw a shower for a pregnant co-worker on a day when pregnant co-worker has to work and most of the other staff are working so cannot attend and I am expected to find someone to work for her instead of her working her shift which starts 3 hours later? Co-worker 1 slaps everyone in the face by purposely excluding them by scheduling it it for a time when most of them are working but then I will be the hard ass for not working for her or finding someone to fill in. And why wait until a week before to ask me about it?
Background: Some white teenage girls were beaten up by a gang of black girls and the city originally deemed it to not rise to the level of a hate crime. In a move that looks like a way to increase circulation to ‘Crown Heights Riot Levels’, a small newspaper in Brooklyn printed a few letters that sound like short-wave talk radio.
Mini Rant: The Brooklyn Skyline - Though claiming to have ‘withheld the most obscene and unprintable letters’ they still published out-of-town letters to the editor that have no redeeming qualities (other than to incite):
At least one can rest easy in the knowledge these sentiments come from outside the area.
Knock it off with the advice based on your own good luck.
Just because you traveled to a third world country 32 weeks pregnant and didn’t have a problem doesn’t mean its good advice. The thread is filled with people saying “I (or my wife) ended up in pre-term labor and were damn glad we were near home with a hospital with good medical facilities when our son was delivered weighing three pounds.”
I am sick to fucking death of MPSIMS threads in the Pit. If I started a Pit thread every time something happened to me that kind of pissed me off, there wouldn’t be room for anything else. Here’s a clue: if you have to remind everyone how lame your OP is (e.g. “[title] (Lame)”, or saying “I know this is lame, but…” anywhere in the OP itself), it’s not a fucking pit thread. Go to MPSIMS. Better yet, get an LJ.
I should start a thread about this…
Also, you got your GD all over my Pit. I’m telling mom!
Whoever scheduled what I’m told is a company-wide meeting that everybody must attend in uniform (I work for a grocery store) on Thursday night at 7 PM, please take your meeting and stick it. It’s not the meeting, though I have no idea what it’s going to be about anyway. It’s the TIMING.
My SO’s parents are coming to visit and arriving that afternoon, you see, and while I’ve met his dad, I haven’t met his mom, and now on top of being nervous about meeting her (the last relationship, meeting the mother led to disaster) she’ll probably meet me while I’m wearing those horrible pants you insist I wear.
I do not complain to you. I show up, I do my job, I wear your ugly pants. And I’ll show up to your damn meeting. But really, any other night would have been so much better…