Insincerity. When someone is putting on an act, no matter how justified, I want to slap them upside the head. Any woman, especially, that tries to act the way she thinks people like turns me right off. Honesty. There’s no better turn-on.
People who stop in the middle of a crowded sidewalk to talk. I like to walk right through them.
Good selection so far, but some of them…jeepers, relax a little bit. Especially the parking lot one…I’m driving through a crammed full parking lot with my wife and kids, I see someone about to get in their car…yeah, call me a goddamn vulture. I’m sick of looking for a spot. How can you get mad at that?
Any-who, I second the bad drive comments, esp. the cell phone issues. I make the occasional goofball mistake myself when driving, so I generally don’t get too tweaked at the minor infractions. Those yahoos that go 20 miles an hour faster than traffic, screech up behind someone, change lanes (cutting you off or riding your bumper in the process) , sit inches behind the poor guy in front of them, change lanes again (repeat above performance)…all in the name of going faster. They end up getting about 6 car lengths ahead of me, equating to about 3 seconds of drive time. Idiots.
Two words…
Drunk Drivers!
People who drive any sort of SUV but especially the Ford Expedition and Chevrolet Suburban.
People who drive any vehicle while talking on a cell phone.
(Ozone, when you get your jamming device perfected, I want to buy one. Better yet, develop a device that will make a cell phone emit an eardrum piercing squeal immediately before self destructing.)
People who block other peoples view of on-coming traffic.
People who drive in the left hand lane of two (or more) lane highways at speeds less than the posted speed limit.
People who attempt to pass while leaving their cruise control engaged, thereby causing them to drive side-by-side with the car being passed for miles.
People who are living and breathing my oxygen when the world would obviously be a better place without them.
Silver_Fire wrote:
It’s sadly amusing to watch hand-gesturers talk on the phone. “HEY! They can’t see you!”
Things that irritate me:
-Loud chewing
-People who wear two quarts of perfume/cologne
-When people seem compelled to add “Or something, you know?” to the end of every sentence.
-People who use cell phones, volume turned up to “Extra Loud with Shrill Beeps”, in library study areas
-Idiotic junior-high kids who shriek profanity at the tops of their lungs constantly, on public buses.
I have to ride the bus twice a week with these little morons, and it gives me a terrible headache. It’s the same bus that goes to the hospital, and I feel sorry for the sick old ladies that cower in a corner of the bus, trying to block out the noise. I’d say something to the kids, but a gang of 10 adolescents can be pretty intimidating.
Feh.
I think I am the most irritable person on earth. I got extremely tense just reading what other people wrote. I can’t post to this thread right now–I’ll just blow a microchip or two. I’ll just say that just about everything irritates me.
I have a million of these, but right now the one that comes to mind first:
Couples that gleefully announce, "WE’RE pregnant!! No, you idiot. SHE is pregnant, you both aren’t. Ooh, that really bugs me.
Hey Ozone, put me down for one of those devices will ya? It must be the weather or something but in the past two weeks i’ve almost gotten into two accidents with ASSHOLES on the Cell Phone. I still can’t figure out how i missed those felchers.
Bad drivers in general. Just because you got a license to drive, does not mean you KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!!
Old guys with little hair combing it over the tops of their heads in a vain attempt to make it look like they have hair. Get over it already, cut off those 7 inch long hairs, shave your head and be done with it, you look like a fool.
Girls who emit ear-piercing shrieks/laughs/conversation in public places, especially busses or subways.
Idiots who walk like a snail in crowded subway stations, causing everyone who cares about catching a train to bump into them
I generally don’t mind talking on cell phones. What I hate is people who will sit in a public place, i.e. train, resterant, museum, and SCREAM at the top of their lungs into the cell phone as if it were normal conversation: HI BOB, HOW ARE YOU? I’M JUST SITTING HERE IN THIS QUIET RESTERANT. HOW’S THE MERGER GOING? I HAVE TO GO NOW, THIS DUDE IS LOOKING AT ME HOMICIDAL-LIKE FOR NO REASON.
But my absolute, worst pet-peeves are those people who “correct” me (or anyone else) with incorrect grammar. Example:
Me: Everyone follow me and Bob.
Stupid idiot: Ahem, Bob and I
Me: kick punch slaps upside the head with grammar textbook
Then there are people who pronounce the letter ‘H’ like a ‘Y’. Such as “That mountain is yooj.” instead of “That mountain is huge.”
Oh, and people who smell weird.
I hate people who correct others about anything. I absolutely respect the right of all others to labor under their misconceptions, and resent those who try to force their corrections upon me. Maybe I’m being wrong intentionally. Heaven forbid I might be engaging in sarcasm.
Spooje chimes in.
-peolpe who are always late. Not once or twice, but late more often then they are on time. Especially co-workers.
-people who wait till the very last second to merge on the freeway.
-people who refuse to bath regularly
-people who have bad breath and insist on leaning in and whispering.
and many, many more.
I can’t stand someone hovering over me at work, reading what I’m typing on the computer or writing in a notepad, and then ask “Whatcha doin?” I’m minding my own business, you dipshit, why don’t you try it?
People who want to talk to me when I’m on the phone. (You see this thing I’m pressing againt my face? That’s NOT because my ear’s cold you intellectual dwarf, I’m talking to someone else right now!)
People who call me ‘Ronny’ I introduce myself as ‘Ron’ and the reason for that is, that’s what I like to be called. If I liked Ronny, I would’ve said that was my name.
Anything my ex-fiance ever did. Of course that doesn’t matter now that she’s dead. That is too say, I think she’s dead. And when I say I think she’s dead, I mean that I have thoughts and fantasies anout her being dead.
People who seem to think I’m still bitter about how my ex-fiance treated me when we broke up. BTW - hey, bitch, if you’re out there I want my stuff back!
People who purposely move into the lane that is soon-to-be-closed, well after others have vacated it by merging, so they can zip ahead and try to merge back in at the last minute, way ahead of the people who are playing fair. seethe I have considered risking a collision my car to stop them.
People who wear lots of perfume when they KNOW they are going to be in an enclosed room or meeting space with others. I get a migraine-level headache from smelling perfume, and I am not the only one.
People who use colorful/offensive language loudly in public so anyone can hear, even little old ladies and little kids.
Cashiers, waitrons, and others in the service professions who don’t give a damn about their jobs.
People who think putting down everyone and everything is a requisite part of proving one’s intelligence.
Most morning DJs annoy me with anything they do and say. Recycled comedy acts and juvenile prank calls get old FAST.
People who peer at my lunch and say, “Oh, that looks good! What is it? Can I have a taste?”
People who sit on the outer seat of a two-person bench on the subway so that anyone who wants to sit on the inside seat has to crawl over them.
People take up more than one seat on the subway by putting their junk everywhere or stretching their legs out.
Groups of two or three people who walk next to each other really slowly, so that they take up the whole sidewalk and you have to go into the street to get around them. This is a city, not a strolling path in the park with Great Aunt Milly - speed it up, for chrissakes!
I had to add one: People who offer parenting advice when all they know about children they learned from sitcoms or worn-out advice they heard from a great aunt. JESUS! The stuff people will believe because “they heard it somewhere.” Argh! And that goes double for the idiots who think breastfeeding is funny, dirty, or offensive because they’ve never seen it before. Assholes. Okay, even my husband gets a cheap thrill from copping a peek at my nipple, but he at least has the decency to conceal that reaction.
Kiva’s loud chewers reminded me: people who chew gum!
Silent, closed-mouth chewers are unobjectionable (if bovine-looking). But open-mouthed gum chewers who smack their lips and crack their gum deserve to be standing right under the Hindenburg when it comes in for a landing in Lakehurst, NJ.
A car-related one to add:
People who don’t know the rules of right-of-way. That is my biggest driving peeve. Example: just the other day, I was driving home by my usual route. I was heading west. Another car was coming east. I wanted to turn south at an intersection that has north-south stop signs, but not east-west. I signal my intent to turn and wait for the other car to pass. The moron STOPS, despite the fact that he has no stop sign, and waves for me to go ahead. ARGH! If I turn, and you decide to accelerate and slam into me, it’ll be MY fault, dumbass! TAKE THE RIGHT OF WAY!
I swear, nothing bugs me more than that when driving.
What bugs me? People who don’t understand the difference between ‘compliment’ and ‘complement’.
People who pull their cars into crosswalks. Am
I suppose to climb over the hill or open the door
and walk through the car saying “Excuse me”?
People who ask you a question and, after you give
them a answer they don’t like (usually “NO” or
“I DON’T KNOW”) keep asking. I always scream
“I SAID NO” at them.
My all time hate is people who say “HUH?” It
sounds like someone trying to vomit. Makes me
absolutely crazy.
People who flip me off and honk at me while driving bug me. I mean, can’t you think of something better than a flip off and a beep? I pulled in front of you because my car outweighs yours by at least three thousand pounds (only do this in bumper to bumper traffic, otherwise you get hit) and you were stopped, and had a gap between you and the car ahead. So you flip me off and beep. oooooooohh. your middle finger fills me with fear and dread at the thought of my own mortality! Why don’t you pull your car next to mine, and say something about my mother? Hmmmm? A bit too creative perhaps? You could zoom around me, then slow your car down, so everyone would pull in front of you, therefore slowing my progress on the way home, but no. All you do is flip me the bird, and then 10 minutes later, you do the same as you pass me… you could at least shake your middle finger at me, at least then I could feel bad that you had poor muscular control. BE ORIGINAL YOU PLONKER
They are such choads.
That and the cellphone people and the dorks with loud stereos that leave their car, go into the quickchek and leave the stereo blasting. (the dork was dressed like snoop doggy dog but without that ‘I overdose on heroin once a week doesn’t everyone’ look.