Look, dear, there’s a reason why the pepper mill is supposed to be NEXT TO the microwave, not ON TOP of it. It was too tall to be on top: it blocked the cabinet door. And that’s why it fell to the floor and broke when I opened the cabinet door. Luckily it was the cheap-ass one. (Of course, that’s also why it broke so easily.)
This is certainly a tiny rant - I was trying on shirts today (big sale - I got four nice shirts for $32! Woohoo! Anyway…) and one shirt I tried on was reeking of perfume. It wasn’t a bad perfume,* per se,*but I found it distasteful to try on a shirt that stank, and I also would not be thrilled to have to wash a brand-new shirt before wearing it (not a big deal, but every washing of clothes wears them out a little bit). One more strike against wearing heavy perfume.
I don’t know if it’s even worth posting this because it’s the same peeve, day after day, and we’ve seen it here a million times. Tailgaters. Heavy, heavy sigh. I’m going a little OVER the speed limit, but it’s never enough for you, is it? And even if I speed up, you’d still tailgate me, because you just don’t know no better. If you hit me, it will probably be your fault for not leaving a safe stopping distance, but you don’t think or care about that, do you? And my car will be damaged, and it will be a big hassle now and getting it fixed and dealing with insurance companies and auto body shops, and I might get hurt, just because you are a bad, incompetent, impatient driver. Poopyhead.
Last week on our winding country roads, it seemed that everyone in front of me wanted to go 45 and everyone behind me wanted to go 65. Just go the damned speed limit!
Well, to be fair the person might be tying the bag shut so nothing shifts and comes out (to be overlooked) in transit… (It could make a horrible stink if it went bad in your car!) So, just have some scissors handy since they are trying to be diligant and make sure you get everything you ordered? 
OK, when I order two different kinds of sandwiches - to go - wouldn’t it occur to you that I want to know which is which?
Every friday I stop and get a breakfast sandwhich for me and my direct report. Most fridays when they hand it to me I have to say: Which one has mushrooms and onions?
My direct report hates onions.
This can’t be that uncommon - don’t most people want to know what they are eating?
Trust me, you want to. My last job was in clothes. You never know who or what might have touched that shirt, even if it looks like nobody has. Wash it. shudder
What is this, a fucking debate? :smack:
Asshole.
You used a question mark! Let the chorus of angels begin!! And before anyone asks, I’m being deadly serious here. I am grateful every single time I see those little buggers pop up. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
< someone, praise Og, uses proper ending punctuation – YIPPEE! – I could be overwhelmingly enamored with the lowbrass 
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I cleared the disposal. No food particles. But the glassware is still rather dull, and retains lip balm residue. 
We’re addicted to Burt’s Beeswax around here. 
Hmmm. I hate to wash clothes more than I need to (they never look as good as fresh from the store), but that is something to think about. I need more information, though - what exactly is going on with the clothes before we buy them?
Begining of semester tiny rants:
Please don’t deposit your bubble gum and cigarette butts onto the sidewalk.
You can say “excuse me”, you know.
Stop unzipping and zipping you backback with five minutes left in the class. 60 people doing this at once creates quite a clamor and distraction.
Where’s the autonomy?
Professor: “Take this number, divide it by two and muliply it by four.”
Me: “Why not just take the number and double it?”
Other student: “Be quiet, just do what he says.”
First, bosses and people from HR who give you incorrect or incomplete information about the job being offered.
Second, bosses and people from HR who don’t give “local” information to people they’re hiring from abroad. I’ve lived in three countries under five different medical sistems, so I can tell you that NO, the way YOURS works is not NORMAL! It’s just “normal for here” and I need information on it. Yesterday!
Third, people who insist that I have to use Team Speak. Ergh, y’see, I don’t unnerstan’ half of our Brits on that thing… can we type, bitte, por favor, please, s’il vous plait, prego?
Fourth, people who insist in changing my name. The dwarf is called Corazon. I left the accent out so you guys would be able to type it. If that’s too long, I’ll accept Cora. Not Cor, damnit. And (this at work) my rl name Is. Not. María, damnit!
Fifth, the IT people in my new job. The email addys they give consist of firstname_lastname @ companyname.com; if someone else already had that one, you get numbers.
Fine until you get Hispanic names… I’m sure half the company’s Spanish employees have “email names” their families would have trouble recognizing :smack: Please, when you get an employee whose full legal name is 5 or 8 words long, ask them “what would you like to list in your email”. My abreviations are as legal as the full thing, promise!
Annoyed by people who read over your sholders while you are on the Straight Dope Message Boards. I can not go to any Great Debates, for I fear that people who are opinonated might start an unsolicitated argument with me.
People who ask personal questions and refuse to take a hint that I don’t want to talk about it.
Would that be “cor” as in cor blimey ?
Winter drivers: Clean off your fucking windows! Fer the luv of Pete, I saw someone driving yesterday with a single porthole cleaned from the front windshield. How can you possible think that’s safe?
And while we’re at it, clean the roof of your vehicle. You either create a blizzard behind you, or pieces of ice come flying off. No, I don’t care if you can’t reach up there. You bought the damn thing, it’s your responsibility. Go buy a step ladder or something.
People who go to a different floor at work to take a shit. Do you think people think it a compliment for you to defile our bathroom, when you have one just like it on your floor? Should we be greatful that out of five floors, you chose ours for your leavings? Granted you probably chose ours becasue ours is clean and yours is disgusting, but maybe take that up with your coworkers on your floor.
And lowbrass, I echo your post, except with me its when you buy pot in a small sandwich bag and they tie it in a knot. If you cut it open, you risk having it fall all over the floor, and if you try and untie it you risk losing a half hour of your life. Twistyties, people, please! or Ziplock bags!
Maybe you’re all being swamped by South Africans. Around these parts it is considered to be a standard anti-hijacking technique.
Apologies for the double post, for those interested, here is a cite.
In that URL, what does “Remember a 1 km safety zone around your home – control all distractions” mean?! Shoot anything near your house that moves?