ARCO stations in California, for one.
I hate people who stop at the end of moving elevators after they step off. Get out of the way!
Yeah, but ARCO stations are soooo much cheaper than every other gas station in the area. By ten to fifteen cents a gallon. I just use cash instead of my debit card. Even though that means going inside instead of just paying at the pump.
People seem to not have any clue how wide their vehicle is. Driving around my neighborhood most of the streets are wide enough for parking on both sides of the street and two-way traffic, but I see everyone driving right down the center of the street and you basically have to pull over if there’s another vehicle coming the other way. Your POS Honda Accord is not 20 feet wide! Cars are only TWO people wide. Well, two Americans wide. Maybe three Europeans, or four Asians, but their cars are smaller than ours. 
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Or just inside a doorway. “Hey, we’re inside now, so let’s stop and chat here - no one else could possibly be coming in behind us!” :rolleyes:
I hate dirty towels being left anywhere that is not the towel rack (at home) or in the hamper (at the gym). Some of the other women at my gym apparently believe there are faeries in the locker room to clean up their crap.
This happens to me with semis all the time when driving I-70 across Missouri. Two semis one behind the other, and just as you are about to start passing the rear semi, it pulls out so it can pass the front semi. Except now we are going up a hill and passing semi is losing momentum, so they just drive alongside the other semi until, miles later, they finally regain enough speed to pass.
Scorpions. Killed 3 so far this week. There is no reason for these little fuckers.
United Health care, my Medicare Advantage. They call me way toO often to offer things I don’t want. Please can you just pay the bills and leave off all the calls?
Another grocery store one. People who park their cart on one side of the isle and then start browsing the other side of the isle, and don’t notice or care that you’re standing there waiting to get by.
And this: when you’re in a hurry and someone is browsing, reading labels, in exactly the place where your product is.
“I just want to grab the damned mustard and get out!”
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Back in the day my partner booked bands and often hosted the poor touring ones, the ones who had basically made no money, no door draw, at our house.
One morning I got up at 5 to go to work and there was a little perfectly spherical “ball of movement” perfectly at the 1 o’clock position of my toilet seat. Not the guest bathroom, but the one that was almost but not quite an ensuite.
It had this lovely zen garden appeal, except you know, *someone took a shit on my toilet seat. *
We stopped hosting touring bands for a while after that.
Jealous? 
Hee. It sounds like something from David Sedaris, with his mom pleading with him to find out which family member did it.
If there’s one thing I never skimp on, it’s my sponges on the end of a detergent-filled stick.
Sorry, Mona. It was a real hard gig.
People, including little people, who scream, when they’re happy, excited, or for any fecking reason. I don’t need or want to hear EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
every time somebody does something. Really I don’t.
Khaki pants. I don’t understand why anyone would make that choice when there are so many other things to wear.
People who make sure by crowding me that they get on the bus before I do, and then don’t have their fare ready.
Oh, and bicyclists on the sidewalk. Started a whole Pit thread about that.
If I’m not wearing shorts, I’m wearing jeans. My gf would love it if I’d buy a pair of khakis.
I don’t like guys that carry around a gallon jug of water at the gym. Douche-bag.
Maybe if the women at the gym took those gallon douche bags and used them for enema bags they wouldn’t crap on the towels. Two problems solved! Next!
My “uniform” is khaki pants and a black shirt. I don’t have to think about it and it’s acceptable and unassuming. I just can’t care that much about clothes at this point.
If it’s a polo shirt, you’ve accomplished your goal. And probably get mistaken for a store employee (I make sure to wear jeans and a t-shirt when shopping-- for some reason, I have a “Big Box Store Manager Who’ll Be Glad To Listen To Your Long Question” look to me).