I don’t understand. How can someone put their legs over the back of a seat in a theater so that their feet are resting on the seat?
Every theater I have been in, at most you can put your feet on the BACK of a seat. A part of a seat the patron who is sitting in it won’t touch.
The only problem with this is kicking the seat while someone is in it (which should be punishable by death, or years of torture.)
People who take their sweet time crossing the street. If you’re an old lady with a walker that’s one thing; if you’re just slowly sauntering across the street as some kind of bizarre macho display, you’re an asshole and you deserve to get run over.
Once, during a metro outage, I was in a crammed bus, which due to the situation was allowing people to enter through the back door as well. However, when we got to a station on another line and a horde of people all got off, there was this one older guy talking on his cellphone trying to get on, and sort of relentlessly but obliviously fighting the flood of people (some of whom began to loudly ask him to please move over and let people off, for heaven’s sake, but to no avail). He just looked like a salmon swimming upstream. It was ridiculous.
It seems to me that in North America this is a geographical distinction: in places where they get significant snow, the rule is to take your shoes (and especially your boots) off; in more southerly locations, shoes are kept on (and apparently people who take them off are considered strange).
Oh, here’s another thing that bothers me: people who pick their noses and other orifices in public.
You don’t actually see people picking their noses in public all that often, but for some reason, many people think it’s okay in public to stick their fingers in their ears, dig around a bit, and then examine the result. Why do some people seem to think it’s socially acceptable?
Agree here. I stopped for you. Don’t take in the sights while just crossing a street. Move it along.
What gets me are people that expect you to remove an artical of clothing to come into their house.
My shoes make me comfortable. Walking barefoot does not.
[strawman]My next party is going to be bra-less[/sm]
I’ve heard the wet hair thing before too. I want to say that someone into etiquette said that it makes a woman look “less put-together” so is supposedly a big negative. Wonder how many years ago they came up with that?
Wonder what they would think of not wearing make-up because it breaks out your skin? The most I’ll wear is under-eye concealer and eyeliner. Everything either ends up breaking me out or making my eyes tear up. It’s sad - I have a big collection of eye shadow I can barely use!
Can’t please everyone, I suppose…
I hate friggin’ morons who wear earphones and then turn the volume on their player up to 11, forcing me to listen to their tinny THUMP-THUMP-THUMP in confined spaces like buses; moreover, THEY GET AWAY WITH IT because there are no regulations against them listening to noise so long as they have headphones on!
Even the thought of their eventually going deaf is of little consolation to me. I want to pull out a .38 snubnose and blow their feeble little brains out.
With respect to HAIR in public transport, nothing churns my stomach like being packed in a bus and being forced to inhale those goddamned fumes from shit like Jheri wax on the hair of the person standing right in front of me. I’d like to take a Zippo and pull a Michael Jackson on them. :mad:
Dude, overkill. :eek:
Over the last 40 years, I’ve shown remarkable restraint by NOT doing either. Now, I just avoid public transport altogether.
I hate that too! It’s the reason that I, almost without exception, always wear earplugs on public transit.
Even worse is when people play music WITHOUT headphones!!
I think a lot of that has to do with the shitty earbuds that come with iPods, and people not realizing how much those things leak sound.
Also, I think that these a-holes have listened to music at a high volume so much that they’ve lost some of their hearing, so they need to turn up the volume on their music players to hear it at what sounds like even a normal level for them.
People who are unprepared when they get to the front of the line, for whatever it is they were standing in line for. See: the DMV, the post office, the bank, the bus, ATMs, McDonald’s, anywhere there’s a line. You’ve been standing in line at least as long as I have and you don’t have your shit ready? Seriously? This is why we waited in line so long, because of asshats like you!
Even better is the assholes sauntering across the street looking at their cellphones. I walk all the time; I almost get run over about once every second month, and being aware before and while I cross the street is what keeps me alive and in one piece.
I remember a comic’s bit once; he was talking about homeless people picking their noses in public, and his reason for it was because they don’t have cars. 
recent pet peeves:
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Gentleman responded to an ad and is being paid to do a job on my property. Gentleman proceeds to SPIT, loudly & frequently, and In the middle of the Stone Path to the front door.
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At the grocery store checkout line: Consumers who just stand there and wait for the cashier to be done ringing up a sale and continue to stand there doing nothing while watching the cashier bag all their groceries. In the interests of efficiency, i always bag, or at least help to bag, if there is a separate bagger.
Similarly, people who spend ten minutes looking for their wallet to complete a purchase after having stood there ‘just watching’.
I can only hope you’re joking. If not, please do us the favor of never leaving your own house.
There have been days where I’ve gone to a large store and I can hear a small child yelling/screaming/talking at the top of their lungs in the direction of their parent for twenty minutes or more. Usually, upon actually discovering their location, I find that I started hearing the noise when they were on the opposite end of the store. (I’m talking about, say, a Super Target, not a mom-and-pop type store.) That’s a lot of lung power expended on rude behavior, and kids can be trained to use their indoor voices pretty early on.
These two bother me quite a bit, but it’s usually near doorways that I encounter folks blocking the only way to get past. It’s really incredibly stupid.
The other one grosses me out, but what’s worse is that I encounter a LOT of folks in my area that think it’s okay to piss all over the toilet seat/floor, then not flush afterward. Since I’m female, this is occasionally paired with menstrual blood randomly dotted all over the place. It’s really disgusting. It’s such a bad habit among folks who use the bathrooms where I work that I will wipe down the seat as a habit rather than check before I sit down. (Note: In my workplace, there are more “customers/guests” than coworkers by a large amount. It’s the “customers/guests” who have the bad behavior.)
When I went to university, I would sometimes encounter poop/piss/menstrual blood in toilets, not flushed away. :mad:
At my school where I go now, the toilets flush automatically, but people still enjoy pissing on the seats. :mad:
It never occurred to me to have any problem with a lot of this stuff - people eating (non-smelly, non-messy food) in public, or having wet hair, or doing their makeup. Some of it may not be great manners, but I’ve never thought less of anyone for it. And some of the stuff (stopping too close to the shelves in a supermarket) may bug me mildly, but again, I’ve never actually thought less of anyone for doing it.
But leaky earphones - yeah, I think less of you if you feel that you’re so incredibly special that everyone should share your choice in music. If I’m smart enough to take my earphones off for a second while the music’s playing and check whether I can still hear them when they’re more than six inches from my ears, then so is just about everyone else out there. And if I’ve got my own music playing, and you’re sitting across the aisle from me, and I can’t hear my own music because yours is blasting mine right off the planet, then YOURS IS TOO LOUD YOU INCONSIDERATE FUCK.
And if you let your dog shite in a public space and you don’t clean it up, then I don’t care if you have a Nobel Peace Prize and cold fusion going on in your kitchen sink: I think you’re subhuman.
They actually are back, here and in England, in one corner of society. Some young underclass women go out in their pyjamas; they even have special going-out pyjamas. I heard that it’s supposed to make the statement ‘I don’t have to work or look for work, so there,’ but I don’t know if it’s really thought through to that extent.
Whenever soeone asks me “How much did that cost?”
That’s a question reserved for close friends and spouses.
My answer is always “$100”.
It is much more roomy, there are racks for my newspaper. I will admit I shouldn’t run when I see the guy with the walker headed there.
Seriously, what is the rule when there is one stall with the normal handicap accessories but no label on the stall or the restroom itself?