I like mowing the lawn
Where does this happen? I have never seen it in the DMV
I hate high pitched whine that some handdryers in public bathrooms make. I will just dry my hands on my shirt to avoid it.
I will do your dusting, if you will take care of my cat box. Bonus: my cat box gets scooped and topped off with litter daily. Biweekly-ish (sooner in summer), the whole thing is just put into a trash bag and tossed out. I love the pressed-recycled-newspaper cardboard boxes. Put those on top of the plastic litter box liner, and you’re set. Worth every damn cent.
Replace “dishes” with “laundry” and you’re me. I end up just leaving the clean laundry in baskets – I’m just going to use it again shortly anyway! On those rare occasions when I make up a new bed AND put all the laundry away, I do feel that everything is right with the world.
Let me add gas pumps that stop and ask if you want a receipt. No, I like having the possibility of being accused of driving off without paying and no way of proving I paid until I can contact the bank next business day.
“Hmm, I’ve got a great idea to advertise my small business! I’ll fax my ad to random fax numbers! That way, I can use your paper and toner to advertise my business! Profit!”
Getting one of these faxes is a sure-fire way to guarantee that I never patronise your business. Putting a card on my car is another.
Seconding those drivers who don’t wave when I let them in. Entitled asshats.
I’m on “a list” to participate in class action lawsuits against companies that send junk faxes!
There’s a crusader who brings these suits. I’ve been a member in 5 or 6, each one netting me around $150.
I don’t know if my wife does this at work, but she does it at home all the time. In fact we once decided that her Dances with Wolves name would be something like “Will Only Eat Half”.
Traffic lights. I swear they will see me coming and turn red just to spite me, even when there is no cross traffic waiting.
My job, because I’m having an unusual summer where work has been scaled back on several projects that I support, so I’m either sitting at work twiddling my thumbs or burning vacation hours because there is nothing to work on.
I’m really, really, really tired of peeing. My bladder has devolved to the size of a lima bean, I may as well just live in the bathroom at home and work.
Count me in as tired of blowdrying my fur. I awake in the morning looking like I’ve been homeless for a month and must shower and do the hair every freakin’ day.
I hate it when I park my car waaay in the back-row boonies at work and someone in a rusted-out 1979 Ford Ferret with four different junkyard doors and the hood strapped down with duct tape parks 3" away from my driver’s door when there are 400 other spaces open. There are a lot of people at work who fling their Ferret doors open and don’t give a crap about dinging other cars – I’ve had a lot of damage incurred in the lot and I’m now willing to park far away and schlepp to my office.
Ferrets have equal parking rights, but if you obviously don’t give a shit about your car, why not park in an open space near the buildings?
I get pissed off about the somewhat opposite issue. It’s illegal to pump your own gas in NJ and I swear they hire gas jockeys based on the ability to move slower than a drunken tortoise; I really miss being able to pull into a station and get the whole business done in a few minutes myself.
I hate people who make illegal u-turns, especially the ones who do it in the intersection I have to get through on my commute home. There are at least 4 signs saying not to do it, and seriously the way that intersection is designed, it’s a freaking DANGER. :mad:
It’s probably a good thing I don’t keep the paint pellet gun in the car.
Grownups who jog/run in the street, when there are perfectly good sidewalks on either side.
Worse, people who “jog” in the street while pushing a baby stroller.
I put the soap on the sponge. And then reload the sponge as necessary.
That’s fantastic. Ridding the world of a minor annoyance and getting paid for it? That’s a hero for our times! Can you get her to go after companies that leave cards on cars in parking lots?
I use the detergent-filled stick with sponge on the end.
Bicyclists who use the sidewalk when there’s a perfectly good bike lane. Worse, when they come out of nowhere and streak across a crossWALK.
Flakey people.
Social flakes, professional flakes, the whole group of unreliables.
People who stop just at the top, or bottom, of escalators. Move ahead and make room for the other people who are also getting off the escalator.
People who walk onto an elevator before people can get off.
Same for Oregon. You pull in to the station, and … nothing.
I learned a good trick, though. For the times I have to travel through that shit-hole of a state, I pull in, jump out and start doing it myself. You should see how fast they move then.
Chores: cleaning the litter box is like the easiest job in the world. I don’t really mind at all, scoop, scoop, done. What I hate is that, despite the fact that I intentionally bought a Sterilite that is about 2 feet tall, the fuckers still manage to kick out litter and dust. So I hate cleaning the bathroom, it takes forever and then looks like crap 5 hours later.
I don’t have a lawn now, but I always liked using manual push mowers if small enough. Then I jerk it in reverse and spray the cuttings everywhere. If it were a large lawn or I’d have to deal with a gas mower, I’d probably hate it. Edging also sucks.
Emptying the dishwasher sucks as does hand washing. Then I’ve encountered, IRL and on SDMB, some of you weirdos who own a dishwasher but insist on washing everything by hand. I’m watching you.
You would hate Oregon.
I realize this is irrational, but I will avoid places that charge for transactions (thankfully becoming rarer) and that charge for shipping, even if I could potentially get it cheaper if I did pay these. Credit card transaction fees are a part of doing business, and charging is a sign that you have a bad business.
I know he’s the life of the party, but you have to stop inviting Zeno.
I’ve tried a couple of those, and maybe I’m getting the cheap ones, but the sponges wear out and come of the stick too soon.
I always keep a little brush and dustpan near the box to sweep up the overage and throw it back into the box.
This is difficult to describe but I’ll try anyways:
I’m driving along a two-lane-each-direction highway, with sparse traffic. Way up ahead I can see two or more cars keeping close together in the right lane. It takes a minute to catch up to them but as soon as I’m about to pass, the rear car suddenly decides that they need to pass these other people RIGHT NOW, jumps in front of me, then proceeds to slooooooooooowly creep past the other cars. They had miles and miles to pass but they waited, apparently, just to fuck with me. I can’t think of any other reason people do this; it would have only taken a second for me to go past, because I believe that when passing, you should do it with some urgency. This happens with inexplicably high frequency. I liken it to that other bizarre thing where someone always parks right next to you, even in a completely empty parking lot.