Cleaning the shower. Having to get in between the tiles is a time and effort-consuming task that I fucking hate. Especially when three walls of the shower of are also tile.
People who, in an establishment that they know is frequented by multiple people with disabilities, choose to use the only wheelchair-accessible stall despite every other non-accessible toilet being empty.
I don’t like sweet potatoes. Not one bit. I do like many types of winter squash, which people try to tell me taste like sweet potatoes but I know different.
Sweet potatoes are yucky.
I don’t like people who don’t return their shopping carts, and especially those who leave them in perfectly good parking spaces.
I just think they must feel some form of superiority or uncaring for the rest of us humans.
How bad is your life if you can’t return your shopping cart to the proper location? Seriously.
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It really bothers me that people get upset with me because nothing bothers me. That really bothers me a lot.
Donald Trump.
I really didn’t like him even before he became a politician.
Also, people who talk on cell phones in the cross walks, and end up walking at 0.01 mph. Or just stop. The other day I came upon a guy who was standing in the crosswalk (just a little way, but he had a dog on a leash who was most of the way thru), with his back to traffic (it was a one way street) yapping on his cell phone. I ended up slowly approaching him and then honking my horn when I was few feet away.
Sorry, Vinyl. It was a bad day.
I would incorporate most of the already-named dislikes into mine as well.
But one I haven’t seen (and probably won’t)… I detest soap suds/bubbles that creep up my forearms on the underside while I’m hand washing dishes. I just hate it. I usually add the dish soap after I’ve filled the sink so as to not create mounds of bubbles.
Eeeuuuggghhh!!
Styrofoam.
Grownups who ride their bikes on the sidewalks.
People whose only topic of conversation is golf, whether their listeners have any interest in golf or not.
A good friend used to do that and it would take half an hour to climb down. He worked on those tall skinny TV towers you see on hilltops.
He never seemed to figure out how to attach his allen wrenches to a carabiner.
Sorry, that was me. It’s a Lutheran/Scandinavian/Asian thing. We don’t want to take the last of anything. The next person might be pathetically hungry…
You should have seen the looks I got when I boned a fish at that party.
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I’m a teacher, and parents and administrators get upset that I don’t get upset about the things that happen when your job is to educate children.
Getting upset does nothing to help any situation. Sigh.
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Eggplant.
You know, it’s much cheaper to hire a lawn service than to have kids.
Unless your kids are literally kids, in the older sense of the word, and will eat lots of grass as they become goats.
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If you mean stopping for no reason, I agree. But there is the related situation where I slow to allow you to merge, or pause at a light slightly to allow you to exit a parking lot. Should you not at least acknowledge my largess with some token of gratitude like a wave, THAT should carry an automatic death sentence. 
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Being instructed, to stand, remove hats, and address the flag for the singing of God Bless America during a baseball game. It is NOT the National Anthem, it does not deserve that sort of reverence. Our local team actually gives the exact same instructions, word for word, for the singing of GBA as it does for the National Anthem. It’s so WRONG!
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The song God Bless America
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The way the Giants are playing this season.
Hey, I came here to say that. GMTA! You and me, Susan!
Lunch sometime? We’ll have zucchini!
Businesses that call themselves game stores when 95% of what they sell is Magic and other CCG’s. I understand that there’s big money in CCG’s and you have to sell them to stay in business. But if that’s what you’re selling call yourself a card store or something like that. If you call yourself a game store you’re going to get people like me showing up and expecting you to actually stock a selection of games.
Same deal with places that advertise that they carry comics and games. And then when you get there you find one shelf of games in the entire store.
People who stop in doorways or in the middle of aisles.
Unleashed dogs.
Cars that make excessive noise, either deliberately, or via loud music.
People who comment on what I eat.
- Mowing lawns, I have a tiny lawn the size of a parking space and I hate mowing it
- When people are standing in a long line and it doesn’t occur to them to look at the procedure required when it’s your turn. Ex: at the airport, you didn’t bother to notice the 100 people in front of you who took off their shoes and pulled their laptops out of their bags? Now we all have to wait while you get up to speed?
- The sound of a snow shovel scraping pavement, like fingernails on a chalkboard
- (Very specific to me) Sometimes when a garbage truck drops an empty dumpster from a few feet in the air, it can sound EXACTLY like a car bomb. I’ve just about shit myself in meetings at work in DC and everyone looks at me like a freak.