Another one for me is people who occupy workout machines at the gym, only to talk/text on their phones. :dubious: Or people who, upon being asked how many more sets they have on a particular piece of equipment, will say something like, “Oh, maybe 10?” :dubious:
This one is on my mind because it just happened (again) today; namely, after being informed that despite my paralysis I still have full sensation throughout my body, people will then poke, nudge or otherwise touch my leg and say, “So you can feel this?” :smack:
Another question to go along with the “why don’t people call if they’re going to fail to do something?” is “why do people think they can touch people they don’t know?” I understand people touch pregnant women’s bellies too; good thing I never was pregnant as someone might have gotten knocked down. If I were you, Ambivalid, I’d be awfully tempted to smack them and then say “so you can feel this?” Why do people do this?
:eek: Oh my goodness. People :smack:
What about people who just sit on a machine and have a long chat with their personal trainer? Geez, people, go someplace else to talk.
That is just outrageous!
If you’re feeling really wicked, say something like <in a shocked voice>, “OH GOD! You shouldn’t have done that! I’m quite contagious. But if you don’t have any symptoms in the next six weeks, you should be okay. Of course, the virus can sometimes lie dormant for years. Sorry.” <with a shrug>
Or just pull out their cell phones and chat.
The cell phone thing also very annoying, but my point was I think the person figures that since they’re paying the trainer, that also buys them the right to just occupy a given machine for as long as they want to. That the presence of the trainer legitimizes sitting there for 20 minutes and shooting the breeze. Actually, the trainer is also at fault (if not even more so).
Dammit, now I’m irritated too.
There is a shop I drive past every day going to and from work called The 1$ Spot. Not only did the owner/manager make the mistake, but everyone involved in their marketing and sign making did too. Maybe they tried to tell the guy and he said to do it anyway? I couldn’t work as a sign maker if it meant going along quietly with things like this. Would be fired the first day for challenging the idiots.
Must be the same idiots responsible for “Two Cousin’s Beauty Supply”, near me. I can’t help staring at that sign like a bad accident.
Sigh.
I was looking forward to watching this program tonight on PBS:
Great Performances: Dudamel Conducts Tangos with the LA Philharmonic
If you’ve never seen Argentinian Tango, it is really exciting. It’s very intense and erotic and full of sexy confrontation and yielding and leg movements and deep glances and good shit like that.
BUT YOU HAVE TO SEE THE DANCERS!
This program did what a lot of filmed dance programs do (Riverdance was one of the first culprits): they cut repeatedly from one camera to another every 2 to 4 seconds! AARRGGHH! We want to see the dancers, for Pete’s sake. There is immense drama in this kind of tango and like most dance performances the steps build to a moment, a peak, and then move on. Well, we don’t need to cut to the orchestra conductor’s face just as the man and woman are about to – WHAT?? – I don’t know because the camera cut away. And then we get shots from the back of the musicians looking toward the audience, so we can see the tops of the dancers’ heads as they move down the stage-- WTF?
I know people’s attention spans have declined to the point of absurdity, but doesn’t that mostly apply to stuff like, well, like this email, i.e., stationary objects?? These dancers are in motion, twisting, and snapping their heads around, and wrapping their legs around each other, and being thrown in the air–surely people can watch that for more than THREE SECONDS without switching the station??
The 30-second clip that I’ve linked to above gives you and idea of the frenetic cutting, which made it impossible to follow the dancers.
Ok. I feel better. Carry on.
BTW, a great movie that features tango and more is Assassination Tango with Robert Duval. He became obsessed with tango, and actually moved to Argentina so he could immerse himself in it. IMDB description:
People in jobs that require attention to detail but have none.
Like newspaper editors :dubious:
Idiots that do the crawl on news shows:dubious:
Even idiots making commercials. Have not seen this one particular one with some lady adding an “erer” to a word that is not suppose to be that way! :smack::smack:
Probably because I have been and mostly are detail oriented 
oh! and television programmers…oh enuf said on that one
As a former fit-looking, slim 20-something girl in flat shoes, yes. She might well. She could have asthma (as I do) or any number of invisible disabilities.
But I get your point. I hate women in workout wear who circle parking lots for forty minutes looking for a closer parking space.
Earlier this week, I heard a newsreader say, approximately, that the box of “craons” was changing. Sounded like of like “crowns”, but not. And it didn’t make any damn sense.
I had to go and watch to story to figure out what the hell it was talking about. CRAYONS!
There’s a freakin’ Dairy Queen by my house with a marquee that says “$5 Buck Lunch- every day!”
I’m guessing they mean “five buck lunch”, but my husband and I refer to it as the “five-dollar-buck-lunch” when we pass it. Maybe they serve deer.
Oh god, yes. Most of my peeves are usually speech related and this is right at the top lately because the local news anchor says it at least once during the short time I’m able to listen to the news every morning. Between he and his dumbass co-anchor who pronounces the second month “feb a wary” , short "i"s like “e” s so milk is “melk” limo is “lemo”, etc. and Tampa is something like “Tyeahm pa”, it’s truly an example of hate watching. I mean, I know people have different dialects but isn’t “news caster” one of them? Isn’t it supposed to be the equivalent of British RP? For that matter, does the way a person speaks have fuck all to do with being on the radio anymore?
Urge to kill… Rising…
“Impordint.” What the fuck are you saying?
Please repeat after me: “Im-Por-Tant.”
People who don’t realize that 90% of what you say is how you say it. There’s a huge difference between “You can’t go on break till Marcy gets back” and “Would you mind waiting to take your break until Marcy gets back?”
Especially the ones that sound like they’re hocking up a hair ball. One caught me looking at her once and actually said, “Don’t mind me - I’m hocking up a hair ball.”
Here’s mine: Go to the bathroom to blow your nose. Oughta be a law.
I have a suggestion for the gastroenterologist about where they can put the certified letter reminding me about a colonoscopy. The nice mail lady said I’m free to refuse it, so I did.
You’re joking, right? I have hay fever. I blow my nose about 150 times per day. (I don’t honk honk, mind you, but I do blow it a LOT.) Do I have to move into the bathroom?