AAGH, I had forgotten how much I hate the way people drive in parking lots. As far as I know, the speed limit in parking lots is usually extremely slow (10 or 15 kmh - what’s that, about 5 mph?), and if people would ever bother to think about it, they might realize why it is so low. People walking, people with small children walking, people loaded down with purchases and not able to see really well walking, old people hobbling, people pushing carriages and strollers walking, people pulling out from stalls where they can’t see oncoming traffic very clearly, people jockeying around to get into tight stalls; yes, I know all these people doing all these things in a parking lot are a big fat nuisance to you trying to do 50 in your nice shiny car, but, guess what, you will become one of them when you come to a screeching halt in a stall and get out of YOUR car. I guess what I’m trying to say is consider a parking lot a really fat sidewalk, not an extension of the freeway.
I agree with you, alibey. Here in Oklahoma, we haven’t had blizzard conditions, but we have had ice and snow several times over the past coupla weeks. Its starting to melt, but it re-freezes at night. Last night, some little bimbo in her daddy’s new sports car was tail-gaiting me on ice! Listen, you little bitch, TAIL-GAITING IS STUPID even on dry roads. Do you really think you can stop on ice before smashing into me??? And NO, weaving from side-to-side won’t make me speed up. Stupid little…
On the “no right turn on red” issue- I too have one of these at a fairly major intersection near work. And yes, I drive an Explorer, so maybe you aren’t familiar with the sign or you can’t see it. That’s ok, I can see it and I’M NOT TURNING, REGARDLESS OF WHATEVER FIT YOU PITCH. And I’ve seen the finger, and it doesn’t impress me.
(And shut up about my SUV- have you ever tried to force a 165 lb dog into a Honda? Never happen.)
I never noticed really bad driving habits until I started driving with my baby in the car. Now I can be scared to death in no time at all.
Once when someone didn’t stop for me in a crosswalk, I kicked the side of her car as hard as I could, and I had boots on. Not only did I leave a big fuckin’ dent, you should have seen her face when she thought she’d hit me.
Bet it didn’t improve her driving the next time, though.
I guess that my asshole tolerance had gone WAY down, the older I get. Used to be wild-n-crazy, now just crotchety.
Oh, this is funny, but it really pissed me off - happened yesterday. I left work early because I wasn’t feeling well and decided to take the scenic route home. Well, I’m stopped at a light in the left turn only lane. To my right is the going straight/right turn lane - only one small lane. The road is really shitty, too.
So I’m stopped right next to this old guy in the right turn/straight lane. He’s just chillin, waiting for the light to turn green. The idiot behind him started honking right after he pulled up, and the old guy gave him the finger. I watch as the driver gets more and more agitated, honks louder and longer, and then rolls down his window to scream, “Right turn on red, you old piece of shit!”
The old guy still sits there. Finally, the lights turn green (both of ours at the same time) and the old guy goes straight. Can’t run a red light, can you? I wish I could have seen the look on the other driver’s face. I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t watched it myself.
Just a few simple Rules To Live By:
Do not crawl up the ramp at 2 mph, even if you are desperately afraid that you will miss the only spot left on Level 1. At the same time, don’t honk, tailgate and make obscene gestures at me because you want to do 40 and burn rubber on the turns.
The white lines are there to park between. The next time you overlap and slide in two inches from my door you will need major body work.
Do not, after spotting me walking in the garage, trail behind me slowly, hoping that I will lead you to my car and a potential space. Stalkers do not get spaces.
A special place at the back of the endless DMV line in purgatory has been reserved for you, if you are the cretin in the monstro-SUV who thought you could fit into that microscopic space, spent 5 minutes backing and filling and then gave up, leaving a dozen steaming drivers lined up behind you.
When you are preparing to back out and I am waiting for the space, do it in a reasonably prompt way, even if it is the BEST space you ever had in your life and it is killing you to have to leave it.
Better yet, park on the street.
Overly Negative people
Yeah. And you know what else? I have running water, flush toilets, lots of books, the love of a good woman, a decent paying job, plenty to eat, an endless supply of soap, a computer, TV, stereo, radios, CD players, police and fire protection, several public libraries to choose from and if they don’t have a book I want they will get it, and a little sniveling asshole on my tail itching to go right while I’m going straight. Do the math you little ingrate. Your ETA isn’t seriously impacted by having to wait a few seconds. 30 dead pedestrians in SF last year, mostly because of unthinking people like you.
Ah yes, beating cars in intersections.
I will sigh and give the “dumb fuck” look to people in cars who drive like assholes. Busses who drive like assholes really piss me off. Its just my sence of logic, someone responsible for a whole bunch of people’s safey should get it right.
Yesterday I was walking to class crossing a fairly large city street. It was pretty heavily gridlocked and no one was moving even though the light was green. It turned yellow. There was a bit of edging up, a few cars went through the intersection, jockeying to get out of it for the red. It turns red, the students begin to cross. In the third lane over was a bus, a few seconds before we kids got there a hole in the intersection opens up. AND THE BUS PULLED INTO IT! Running a red light at about 7 mph and nearly sqashing half a dozen college students. I was impressed. I was more impressed by the students reaction. We hit the bus. BAM!BambambambambamBAM. And then shuffled our way around. Kicked the tires. It was kinda fun.
Always remember, peds have the right of way. They are real live people. And college peds are more likely to roll thier eyes, give you finger, and happily sue you if you hit them. Unless you want that brat to own your pretty car, take a deep breath and let the kiddie get to class.
On a slightly unrelated note, I hate it when people walk by my desk and say
“Hey! Smile!”
or something equally inane. I know that Drainbead can back me up on this… I don’t care what their excuse is, I don’t care if they just had their grande mocha latte enema, I don’t need their stinking cheer in my face. If I’m not smiling, it’s because when I work I work, when I party I party, and I don’t feel the need to wear a simpering grin all day long like a fuckin’ idiot. I’m not a hostile person, but why in the name of Allah’s balls should I break out a shit-eating grin for no apparent reason?
Does doing so make sense to anyone?
WTF?
Things I hate:
Arrogant, self centered people
People who don’t signal when driving
People who believe they are “owed” something without earning it.
Lexicon, I get the “Smile!” thing at work all the time too. My response (in my head anyway); I smile when I feel like smiling; go away now, you’re bothering me. It’s right up there with the comment, “Gee, you sure are quiet.” Really? In 34 years I had never noticed that! Thanks for pointing it out to me. I think the best response to this is; “Yes.” And go back to work.
…except the Arrogan, Self-Centered person part, because I am on, and I don’t hate myself.
D’oh!
Pat, I’d like to buy a “t” and an “e”, please.
I know people who dont drive right are far more dangerous, but what really, REALLY gets on my nerves (probably because I dont drive) are people who don’t walk right.
People who will walk in a large group, taking up the entire aisle or whatever, and move very, very slowly, whilst I try unsuccessfully to pass.
People who will stand DIRECTLY in front of a very busy elevator waiting for it, when you damn well KNOW people are going to be getting off, and won’t move. Sometimes not even for wheelchairs or strollers. Sometimes they’ll even try to squirm in around these people while the elevator is still unloading.
People who, on an almost empty escalator, will stand side by side so noone can get around them. I walk very loudly on escalators now, and most of the time people will hear me coming and politely move aside. I like these people. Some people watch me coming. Then there are the occasional people who, when the person they’re standing with decides to move out of my way, will move UP into the space just vacated and stand there!
This makes me want to throw people off escalators. I’m considering beating up the cars of stupid drivers, too. You people are a wealth of great ideas, and I wear steel toed boots.
So, who thinks I need medication?
-Mnem
And another thing!
Hock your fuckin’ loogie somewhere else, you sick asshole! If you need a few suggestions, I have 'em right here for you:
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[li]in a trashcan[/li][li]in a toilet[/li][li]in a urinal[/li][li]in your pocket[/li][li]in a hanky[/li][li]in a tissue[/li][li]outside on the ground[/li][li]in your wallet[/li][li]in your lunch bag[/li][/ul]
Just don’t do it in the only drinking fountain in the ever-fucking building. There are over 300 people who work here, and at least 100 of them are here at any given time, 24-7. And we all share 1 (one) drinking fountain. If I have to bring my face to within 6 inches of your nasty nose oyster when I bend over to get a refreshing drink of cool, clear water again, I’m going to hunt you down. You won’t be safe anywhere. I’m going to save up my lung biscuits for a year, along with those of my girlfriend and save them in a rusty coffee can. Then I’m going to bake it in a quieche and serve it to you with warm, fresh semen-sauce courtesy of your’s truly
You’re going to eat every bite, you inconsiderate dick. And you’re going to ask for more.
Just in case it’s not quite clear: Don’t spit in the drining fountain lest I be forced to repeatedly hit you in the genitals with a shinai.
Some brief (or not so brief) observations I made last night while on the way to work.
WHILE GOING THROUGH THE DRIVE-THRU AT TACO BELL
Thanks, guys, for providing me with an eye opening experience into the netherworlds of the fast-food business. Don’t you realize that when I pull up to the window I can see everything that’s going on inside?
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[li]For the guy that prepared my food[/li]I like goatees. Have one myself. Yours, however, is the epitome of all that is bad with facial hair. While preparing my scrumptious meal, do you realize that miscellaneous detritus from that Brillo pad-looking piece of crap attached to your face was falling onto the counter and among the foodstuffs? It’s been said that the clothes make the man. You, my friend, should start with something more basic like essential grooming techniques.
[li]For the guy that packaged my food[/li]I like tattoos. Have several myself. I’m not sure, however, that I’d call that oozing, crusty, jailhouse art that’s on your forearm a tattoo. You know, proper aftercare is essential for the proper healing of a tattoo. You might want to consider some type of salve, or better yet a trip to the physician to see if something can be done to save your appendage. It wasn’t looking too good. After it’s healed, I hear that they’re doing remarkable things with laser removal of tattoos. Do you really want to go through life advertising the fact that immediately before you were released from stir your cellmate held you down and permanently marked you as his bitch?
[li]For the girl that sold me my food[/li]I’ve become used to being asked if I’d like hot, mild, or fire sauce. Routine reply is mild sauce. The second time you asked, I figured that you hadn’t heard my response (even though I was only about 2 feet away from you at the time). When you asked for the third time in 30 seconds, it became apparent to me that something is seriously wrong with you. Huffing paint does terrible things to brain cells, dontcha know? You might want to consider embarking on a less challenging career.
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All in all, however, I figure the trip through fast-food Hell was a beneficial experience for me. The food was safely placed in a nearby Dumpster, and I consider the pittance I paid a small price for the invaluable knowledge I gained. Thanks, crew of my local Taco Bell, for inciting me to swear off food prepared by those of your ilk. It’s probably added 5 years to my life expectancy.
TO THE CHUCKLEHEAD I ENCOUNTERED ON MY DRIVE IN TO WORK
You know, I wasn’t too surprised when you pulled out directly in front of me. It’s been happening to me ever since I moved to my current residence. Let’s get something clear. The only way to get to the interstate is to drive 8 miles on an arrow-straight, level state highway. Cars routinely come barreling down this road at a high velocity. If you pull directly in front of one of these high-speed missiles, you are putting yourself at great risk for harm. A thought you might want to consider is to check how much open distance is behind the vehicle hurtling down upon you. When the sight line of unoccupied road behind me is approximately two miles, the extra millisecond you gain by pulling in front of me is not worth your life. Please don’t claim that you didn’t see me. I drive a hulking behemoth of mid-80’s Detroit iron that could probably be seen from the Space Shuttle on a clear day. I’ve seriously considered installing a four-point restraint for the driver’s seat and a battering ram for the front of the car so that the next time I encounter one of your ilk I’ll just plow on through and do my contribution for the betterment of humanity.
Enough for now. I’m tired, and need to get some rest. This rant has worn me out for the moment, but consider asking me about my soon-to-be ex-wife some time. I’m saving my magnum opus for that worthless piece of canine excrement.
Idiot Posters.
I hate posters who have nothing better to add to the topic other than ‘This whole Topic is stupid and unimportant’. If you dont like the OP then STAY OUT
Also, I hate posters who post to THEORETICAL/PHILOSOPHICAL DEBATES saying ‘Thats impossible’. If it is a theoretical or philosophical debate, it doesnt matter if it is impossible or not.
Oh, and dont forget those people who post so astronmically OT it seems they have some type of mental disorder. I do this sometimes so I cant really scream at them that much…
Just my 2.5 cents…
-Fox
I hate the trend of mispelling words. Examples :Thanx, thru, nite… not sure if those are real words but it still bugs me.
People who feel it is their duty to point out every possible blemish in another’s physical appearance. Look, I know my haircut got fucked up. Tell the barber for Christ’s sake. You think I didn’t look at it while it was being done, let alone afterwards? Shithead. What’s that? A stain on my shirt? Hey thanks, now I can be aware of the fact that people could possibly at any moment be staring at me and thinking, “That dude needs to learn how to eat.”
What about cops who think they’re hard-asses and only follow adolescents in the hope that they get to turn on their big bad siren and the giant flashy lights. Well, Officer, I WAS going 25 mph, and I’m sorry for accidentally drifting up to a horrendous 28 and apparently creating that sonic boom which triggered you to pull me over. Bullshit, the radar never once said 30 mph. Ass.