This shocks me as well.
A few things I don’t get:
Leaning on a shopping cart at the supermarket if you’re completely healthy, then meandering very slowly down the aisles.
Cramming shoes onto a two-month-old’s feet. Why, why does this even enter people’s brains? Socks I get - feet get cold. But shoes? The kid can’t even crawl.
Yakking on and on about an “issue”, taking 45 minutes of a meeting, only to admit that it really never was an issue to begin with. It was actually just a comment you threw out there. (And you really only brought it up to show how smart you are. The funny thing is that I’d think you were smarter if you didn’t just waste 45 minutes of my time.)
Because they paid $35 for those cute baby Nikes and the kid is going to get their 3 weeks of wear out of them. 
Urgh. Baby Nikes. Where’s a vomit smiley when you need one? 
Social networking websites, instant messaging and cellphones.
How did this world ever get along without the ability to instantly communicate with someone not in the immediate vicinity?:rolleyes:
I’m with you.
Irrational anger and meanness. I have met many people who will take offense to the slightest thing, and I have yet to puzzle out what goes on in their heads on a minute-to-minute basis.
For example, asking a complete stranger at the bus stop if he knows when the next bus comes and getting a “fuck you!” type of response. It’s just… 
It might not be accurate to call that bragging. Some people really don’t have the time, unfortunately. While at my last job I belonged to a health club and worked out in the morning. Apropos of reading on the toilet–in between exercising and showering, every day like clockwork, I’d have to go. Depressingly often, that was the ONLY time I got to read for pleasure during the whole damn day, especially once I’d been put into a support role that entailed multiple bridge calls every day, mostly having to be scheduled through lunch in order to accommodate everyone’s schedule.
This is pretty much what I came in to post. I encounter these types of folks every single time I venture out in public. What’s wrong with people??
Making “racism” your first response when you get called on your shit. Does it work? No. Does it instantly discredit you? Yes, especially when everyone who hears you claiming it has seen you do the deed. (No folks, I’m not talking about only Black people doing this. I had an Asian guy try it on me this weekend*, and I’ve seen white people try it on minority authority figures.)
- Working Halloween security overnight at a restaurant. Perhaps 85% of the customers were Asian. A table of 8 comes in, mostly very drunk, and are seated. Two groups of 4 and 5 come in and are seated elsewhere. They recognize the larger group and go to sit by them over management objections, crowding around the table and nearby booths. Three times I ask if there are problems and the server says no.
Then they start spitting on the floor and swearing at the server and she tells me to get them out. I tell them they have to leave. Three of them start to throw water glasses and try to dump tables, being prevented only by their more sober friends.
Drunk violent idiot stops by the register as I’m escorting him out and hesitantly says “This is racist!”
I say “No, you’re assholes. Get out.”
Uninvolved (hispanic) male comes up and shakes my hand afterwards for that.
Oh, that reminds me of one that always puzzles me: the same-initials-for-the-whole-family thing, especially when it’s the same as the last name. “Hi! I’m Jack, and this is my wife Jill. These are our kids, Judy, Jeff, Justine, and Jorge. If you ever need us, just drop us an e-mail at jjjjjjjohnson@gmail.com”
My dad’s mother did this- she had 5 kids, and all their names start with D. Mr. Neville says it makes it a lot harder to remember who’s who on that side of the family. Have mercy on your future grandchildren-in-law, and don’t do this.
People who make 68K in California, rent $2000+ apartments and then complain about why they’re in debt.
(After I told them how much 1 post-tax check amounts to)
You mean like naming your kid Clive when you aren’t related to Robert Clive,naming your kid Gordon when you are not related to General Gordon, or naming your kid Stanley, when you are not related to Henry Morton Stanley, I presume?
They are sometimes really bragging about their importance. The implication is that they are so busy (doing worthwhile, important stuff) that they have not the leasure to read.
Often undercut by the fact that they have an encyclopedic knowledge of current TV shows.
I guess I have to say:
People who are addicted to injectable drugs like heroin
I can understand how someone can smoke pot, maybe take a pill, eat a mushroom, or snort something like cocaine. Those things don’t per se, require special ‘equipment’. But when you have to carry around a kit with a syringe, a spoon, multiple needles, a heat source, and God know what else to shoot up a drug, you are officially bat shit crazy in my opinion. That’s drug addiction on a whole different scale to me. I don’t understand how they even get started on stuff like that. I guess I don’t want to know.
On a less intense note:
People who have to see every movie that comes out in the theater, eat out every meal, always have to own designer clothes, don’t make a lot of money, and then can’t figure out why they are always broke with huge credit card debt.
People who can’t/don’t balance a check book or have some idea how much money they have (even if they use credit and debit cards for everything). Is it really that hard?
Just a slight hijack. Driver flicks cigarette, burns baby : http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=659435
I once flicked a cigarette out a window and successfully set fire to myself (flew straight back in and under my collar) hmmmm what is that smell. I no longer smoke and am suitably ashamed of myself for my :smack:stupid/selfish/~insert suitable adjective here~ behaviour:smack:
People who wear baseball caps backwards.
People who litter within their own car.
People who give a damn what current fashion is.
Me too on this one. I hate needles. I’d have a hard time being a diabetic let alone doing really sicko bizarre shit like injecting drugs in my eyeballs or between my toes.
I had some former friends like this. A “quiet” weekend was one where they only went out for dinner with friends FIVE times. Everything they ate at home had to be special. Kosher Sea Salt. Organic produce. Bread only from the special French bakery. Special cuts of meat. The special colesteral reducing butter substitute.
But they drank crappy box wine by the truck load. Go figure.
Or when your land lady comes round to tell you the house you’ve been in for a month might have to be sold.
Because, y’know, she wanted a place in England, thought she’d shove £18k the taxman’s way for stamp duty of £30k, found out he wanted the whole fecking thing paid, couldn’t get any equity out of the building societies for the multiple properties she owned to rent in the city, so she might have to sell this place and move us into another of her houses :rolleyes:
And she just can’t get anyone to buy her ponies for £3k a pop either, bless 
Why do people get into relationships. All that’ll happen is that you row, reak up and then someone’s stolen a little piece of you that you wouldn’t have shared unless you thought it was forever.