They’re like 7+ dollars a pack here. The Fred Meyers I pump my gas at, has Brand name cigs for 8 dollars or more a pack.
Airport security is starting to really annoy me. Point to point is not too bad but having to empty all of my pockets and be frisked at a layover? I was in Casablanca last week for a few hours, tight security just to get into the ‘pen’ which was cold and had one cafe. Nothing else; no shops, currency exchange, restaurants or anything to read. Fortunately I travel with a Nexus and smartphone so the 4 hours there were cold but not too bad. In Mumbai/Bombay you get frisked in the layover area and they take your lighter from you. It’s okay to have a lighter on a plane but not an airport? (Maybe it isn’t officially but security rarely seems to care) The only smoking section is at the back of a restaurant and you’re constantly hassled to buy drinks and food if you go there for a smoke. Also the whole airport stinks of mould. Yuck. Then you have to go through the whole process again and again they take your newly-bought lighter, probably to sell to the next nicotine addict who arrives.
I appreciate airline safety as I fly 6-10+ times every year, which means I also see a lot of airports and the logic and consistency is missing from many. I usually visit developing countries but also the UK every year, the thing that bugs me is the consistency in airports should be pretty thorough throughout - it is with airlines - but I see shoddy practices in airports and don’t want to be leaving them in a 600 ton tube of fuel and pax.
On jobs sites when I see a woman with a pink hard-hat or pink boots or tools or whatever I just really want to scream. I know you’re a woman, I can tell by your face, name and, if all else fails, tits. You needn’t proclaim your femininity with colour coded gear.
To Zeke - I was given a set of pink gear like that years ago when I first started with a steel company. I thanked them politely, but told them I wouldn’t survive a day if I went out on the floor dressed like that and tried to exercise any authority. They might as well have planted a flashing light on my head that said “Woman. Feel free to ignore.”
I have nothing against pink as a color and if every other soul in the place was wearing pink, I’d wear it happily. But to use it, thinly disguised, as a signal to everyone there that I could be marginalized or that my contribution was just some cute little nod to the feminist movement wasn’t right and I couldn’t afford to stand for it.
The bookstore clerk who insisted that The Canterbury Tales was written in Old English. No, it was written in Middle English. Late Middle English, for that matter.
What are they teaching them in bookstore school these days?
-Soft people who try very hard to look like badasses. I don’t know why it bothers me so much but it does. You are not fooling anyone, just dress normal. Take the faux-dog tags off, and the Affliction t-shirt, and the bedazzled jeans or whatever, and just be a regular person.
-Twentysomething guys who apply the entire bottle of cologne. Holy crap you guys, you don’t need to bathe in it. No one wants to choke on Eau d’Bro for five minutes after you’ve walked by. Do women find this attractive? Serious question.
-People who suck at their jobs.
People that subject a captive audience, such as in the workplace, to their whistling. Holy shit, that really makes me “stabby”! It’s bad enough when they can manage to whistle a recognizable tune but even that is inexcusable. If you are one of those demented morons that think others around you want to hear your random (and usually repetitious) whistling noises, think again! IMHO, whistling without getting permission of everybody within earshot is the aural equivalent of lighting a stinky cigar in the presence a captive group of non-smokers. What the hell are these people thinking!?
Just fucking think first and then DON’T DO IT!
Mine are mainly related to public transport. I have no patience for the sitting on the aise, hoping no one will take the window, manspread, or the stupid placing a bag on the seat next to you. I call these losers out on their behavior, I’m glad unemployment is down and people are working, but that means crowded trains during commuting hours.
I’ll give up my seat to seniors, pregnant women, and even if someone asks and gives me a reason to. However, if you’re a blonde 20 something female and think i’m giving up my seat just because you’re attractive, think again.
People who never actively seek out information and who at times seem to almost willfully ignore any attempt to inform them, who then get huffy when they find something out and act like they are being deliberately left our because of some sort of conspiracy or something.
I will never be too old to give up my seat to a woman if she wants it.
AdBlock is a WONDERFUL program - free, too.
That’s exactly what I was going to post. Add “were” and “where” to that same list.
Writers, especially professional writers who should know better, who write “staunch” when they mean “stanch”.
Except, of course, for those people whose job that is.
I have a pink toolset. I got pink tools because I hoped my husband wouldn’t use them. He ahem loses all of his. I keep my tools organized and put away. It lasted a few months until he broke down and started using them. I have to watch them like a hawk now. I bought my own drill not long ago, but didn’t bother trying for pink. 
FCM - I’m fairly certain that nothing that peeves me could possibly be inane. 
“…could of…”
It’s the worst! And I see it everywhere now, from all kinds of people who should know better.
Retired people.
Every time I try to get something done on my lunch hour it involves waiting on retired people who always have some issue going on.
If it’s a deli then there is a sea of geezers who can’t decide if their dentures will survive the roast beef and need to sample it. If it’s a bank they’re showing pictures of their grandchildren to the teller who is trying to count their rolls of change. If it’s the check out counter then They inevitably have an outdated coupon from a competitor or some other transaction that requires a branch manager and a vice president to turn their keys at the same time in order for the cash register to work.
Oh, forgot the parking lot departure sequence. Check all mirrors including the one in the glove compartment, engage the turn signal, Call someone else in the parking lot to verify the signals are working and then edge out as if it’s a Lamborghini with 1 inch of space on each side.
If Jesus needs to do a trial run of the second coming then it should be based on FIFO rules.
There’s a law which has been in place for more than a year, whereby restaurants and other locations serving food are required to indicate allergen content. Many places are adding information such as which dishes are vegetarian or vegan.
Most places ain’t done shit. A lot of the time the descriptions are good enough that you can tell, but you may need to ask. What almost gives me a stroke every time is descriptions which are missing key info or which are completely misleading.
Case to stomach: yesterday, a “zuchinni lasagna” which turned out to be roasted sliced zuchinni with ham. Add “Galician-style octopus” which added chorizo and ground meat to the standard recipe of “octopus with sweet red pepper”. Bonus points for pulling both stunts on Good Friday (a day when Catholics are invited to fast and to abstain from meat) and in a location which gets most of its visitors during Holy Week.
I actually kind of like having ads in my radio and that includes Spotify, but please, can you fucks refrain from giving me the same one multiple times in a row?
I had a free 3-month Sirius subscription when I bought my car. I let it run out because, frankly, I don’t spend enough time in my car to take advantage of all those stations and if I did, I’d probably only stick to a couple.
They’ve been calling me nonstop trying to entice me to sign up, something like 6 months for $30. It’s gotten to the point where we’re blocking every number they use…and yes, they use both foreign and domestic sales forces.
Now if that isn’t an ironic user name/post topic I don’t know what is.
You owe me a laptop.
And this reminds me of the time DH was a SGT and squad leader, and had to escort one of his soldiers to the PX on a week-long FTX, because instead of soap, a washcloth, and towel, the guy had shown up with just a bottle of Axe, and figured he could spritz on a little everyday instead of showering-- that’s what the guy on the commercial does, right?
lose and loose. I see it so often, that now I double-check myself when I use those words. I’m afraid the usage is going to rub off if I see it enough.
Oh, and what’s with people spelling “whoa” “woah”? that makes me almost as stabby as people who invent spellings for “voila,” such as “wha-la.” I understand prescriptivist vs. descriptivist, and you can end all the sentences with prepositions that you like, but “wha-la” will never, ever be right.