You know what I hate? Going into a public restroom, looking at each open stall, and then trying to make the decision of which stall is the least gross one. 
Why can’t people learn not to leave a stall in a disgusting state after they’ve finished going to the bathroom? Do they do it deliberately, or were they not properly toilet-trained, or what?
Ever try tyrosine? That stuff can keep me reasonably calm while PMS is trying to run amok in my head, so I definitely recommend it. 
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The car in front of me at the light got hit by a red light runner. I don’t have evidence of cell phone use by the offender, but of course I strongly suspect it. I was planning on going home for lunch, but ended up spending most of my lunch giving my name and number to the victim (who didn’t seem to be badly hurt, his truck did its job), and the police.
I’ll bet the idiot who ran the red light will never, ever think about how much time he wasted today by not stopping.
Gawd, I hate drivers who don’t seem to realize that we all need to pay attention and share the road.
In my next life, I’m going to be a traffic cop. I’ll write so many tickets (all totally justified) that I’ll have to claim a billion pens a year as a work expense on my taxes.
If you’ll also go after tailgaters and those bozos who weave from lane to lane to get a few feet further ahead without bothering with turn signals, I’ll chip in to buy your pens!
I swear, I’m going to start carrying a pike. Either that or I’m going to start facepalming morons who walk 3-4 wide down the hall and then fail to move over as they walk straight into me, when I’m walking the other direction and as far to the right as I can get. I’m tired of my shoulder being banged into because they half-heartedly move over at the last second (only because I slowed and gave them the evil eye - not like I can move over any farther) and the stupid motherfuckers clip me!
And of course, if I reached up, pre-emptively put my hand over their face and shoved them backwards instead of letting them hit me, I would be the one in trouble, right?
And for the record, there are as many women (or more) doing this as men.
Fucking Assholes.
When this happens to me, I usually stop and stand still, while looking at the one(s) closest to me. I think it clearly sends the message, “Well, I’m certainly not moving over, now am I- guess you’ll have to!” Passive-aggressive, yeah- but at least I’m not getting shoved into walls as much, anymore.
Those jerks will be the first ones against the wall! I don’t care about moderate speeders unless they are interrupting the flow of traffic. Brake lights on swerving cars will make me turn my lights on. Just slow the flock down before you kill someone.
In my next life, I’ll be able to use a tazer on someone who smacks a kid in front of me. And I’ll be able to throw people in jail for abusing animals. Yeah, my next life is going to be great.
Chimera, carry a box under your outside arm. An empty copy paper box or a banker box. It needs to be big enough that it gives you more room. Bonus points if it looks dirty or like it might snag clothing.
No, no, no – load up that box with pointy things sticking out, aimed right at those Hallway Jerks. Maybe something barbed sticking out the bottom of the box, aimed at their crotches.
I’ve just had my first and last experience buying on Etsy. Not only was the seller a dishonest piece of shit who lied about the materials they were using and falsified shipping dates after the fact, Etsy customer service isn’t doing a damn thing to correct the situation beyond a vague “we’ll look into the shop practices”, even though they know the lack of transparency with their “ship by” dates leads to shenanigans like this. Noooo, they’re just a venue and can’t be responsible for the behavior of their sellers and most Etsy sellers are sooo awesome anyway, it’s just a few bad apples. Give me a break. The site policies read like a hippie commune where everything is geared toward protecting the fragile feelings of their special snowflake artistes.
Screw ‘em. Amazon, Ebay and even freakin’ Paypal have better customer service than that, and I sure as hell won’t be recommending the site or that seller.
I thinkI’m going to print out this reply and frame it, thanks
Not everyone has been on that level, but yeah, there’s been enough shit[1] that it’s built up and means I’ve got no tolerance at the moment for minor irritations.
And my two year old has started acting like a two year old, speaking of irritations. My cute clever funny little girl turned into a biting, scratching pinching hair pulling screech owl yesterday 
Never even heard of it, thanks! Will see what’s available with it in the UK - I’m still in the first four “settling in” months of the Mirena coil, so yeah, my hormones are probably going insane PMS-style too.
I do this too - people REALLY don’t like it. How dare you/we draw attention to their rudeness 
[1] It’s been three weeks, and I’m still not sure how to react to my friend who’s well aware that I lost my firstborn to cot-death plus lost a pregnancy that was ectopic last year, posting “get rid of the baba” to facebook [2] about my only surviving child. Still failing to see the funny side of that alleged joke!
[2] I’ve gone with the passive-aggressive approach of deactivating my whole facebook for a while before I rip someone’s head off. Just an FYI in case you thought I’d defriended you **Cicero **
Wait, WHAT?! Who the fuck would…?
Are you certain “baba” is referring to the child? Some people refer to baby-bottles as “bubbas”… If this isn’t some kind of misunderstanding, it’s unspeakably cruel! :mad:
Oh yes, she was referring to my daughter. In context, my sister had posted a complaint to my FB about how she’d tracked the increasing smell in her car, to an elderly banana that had been left in the baby’s carseat, plus enough sand in the footwell to make a small beach. That’s when so-called friend chimed in. With those exact words.
I know it was meant to be a joke, but no one in my family found it funny.
It’s not funny, period. This person is an insensitive moron with a defective sense of humor.
Ok, I don’t know her, so that might be harsh. But it was a dumb thing to say.
There are some things that are just absolutely not funny at all, and that “joke” is pretty high on the list. Either your friend has ASD levels of social cluelessness or is a sadist, IMO (note that I am not a mental health professional, just a reasonably informed layperson). Is this someone who contributes enough positive to your life to be worth dealing with something this heartless?
Thanks Seanette. No, I’ve decided she brings more stress than her friendship was worth - looks like she’s been pissing me off for months now.
I’m not very good at being grown up about these things though, I was going to go with the polite ignore her and decline her invitations until she takes the hint option! I know fine well that anything I said to her about it would swiftly turn nasty, even if I tried to be calm and mature 
(so, maybe I am just surrounded by idiots, and not PMSing then?)
“Surrounded by idiots” and “PMSing” are not mutually exclusive, IMO. 
Time to declutter your emotional life, IMO, and I’m personally bitchy enough to lay a very blunt verbal smackdown on Ms. Clueless Wonder. I can’t think of any reasonable person who would consider a clue-by-four at all unjustified, and nasty is justified in some situations.
Imp, if you ever decide to give that acquaintance* a beating, remember some of us will be glad to come hold 'em down and to swear up and down that no way you were there at the time, no siree.
I do this too, and for some reason it does seem to work better than just walking along. Maybe it registers you more firmly as an “obstacle” in their brains or stopping gives them a teeny bit more time to think about the situation.
Hallway jousting! The new sport sweeping the nation!
I won’t post a link because they often have NSFW stuff, but you should look up Regretsy. Along with the questionable crafts, they feature lots of interesting complaints about Etsy.