People who call college women “coeds.” Ugh, how sexist can you get?
People who refer to San Francisco as “The City” as if it’s the only one around.
I also agree about the previously mentioned eating noises and ripped fingernails. And I can’t stand the sound of liquid pouring in commercials (like beer commercials, where they emphasize the sound of the beer going into the glass).
As someone who had an engineering spec document that used that term, and had an engineer at the receiving supplier who insisted it meant the opposite, I feel your pain.
It ultimately took a signed document (with a graphic) produced by a roomful of engineers and managers spending far too much time, to sort out the definition.
I said in the meeting “well then, I think every other one of you are insane.” Most people got the joke 
I always loved when I’d take the elevator down 19 floors, get to the bottom, the door would open and some (usually young woman) would charge straight onto the elevator, crash directly into me trying to get off, and then scream at me because I was in her way. :rolleyes:
Is that you in the first picture? Because, if so, I think I’ve seen you at War. I haven’t been in many years, but I remember a woman in a lovely full Elizabethan in a grey ribbed fabric that stunned me. It was such a beautiful gown, but I couldn’t figure out how the woman could wear it in the heat of the day and not look like she was about to sweat it of or suffer from heatstroke.
As for me, I can’t stand the sound of nails being filed with emery boards. Metal files I have no problem with.
Oh, yes, and people saying “ax” when they mean “ask”, use the word “impact” when they mean “affect”, use “per” when they mean “with regard to”, and say “irregardless”. Drives me up a wall, because you know they don’t know what they’re saying is wrong. Oddly, it doesn’t bother me if they do know they’re using the words incorrectly, because then I know they’re doing it deliberately.
I never heard of a Faire worker called a “Rennie”, but neither do I understand the vitriol at being called one. Must be some massive, unforgiveable insult in that world, I guess, who knew??
I can’t stand hearing a particular asshole I know eat potato chips. Pour into dish. Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. Pour more into dish. Chomp. Chomp. Chomp…I have to leave the room, or turn up the TV. It’s not just the noise, there’s a whole lot behind my revulsion. The noise is just a symptom. But it sure makes me twitch in a bad way.
Every single time I’m sitting on the toilet, one of my cats comes in and grooms himself. It sounds ***exactly ***like oral sex. I love oral sex, but I really don’t want that sound coming from the cat when I’m sitting there with my pants down.
The sound of someone clipping their nails.
At work.
Toe nails.
:eek:
I’ll make exceptions for people carrying children or a heavy load of stuff. I’m not unreasonable. Except when my coworkers spill sugar all over the counter and leave food scraps in the sink. That makes me homicidal. I actually saw a guy wiping off the counter the other day and I was shocked. My four-year anniversary is next week and it’s the first time I’ve seen anyone do that. Maybe he’s new.
Styrofome. The feeling. The sound. ::shudder::
The sound of people picking at their fingernails. Bite them, file them, I don’t care! Just don’t make that snapping sound! ((Put one fingernail under another, and pull apart quickly. That sound))
But it sounds like deliciousness!
One would think that this would be impossible to disagree with.
We didn’t want to wake a zombie. That would be too silly & twitch inducing.
This doesn’t really bother me so much as perplex me:
Go to McDonald’s, or the movie theater, or almost anywhere that serves fast food and go into the restroom. They almost always have one of those hand-drying-blower things, no paper towels. That doesn’t bother me in and of itself, but for the fact that out in the restaurant I can have as many napkins as I want, ALL of them if it pleases me, but in the restroom I have to use that stupid thing.
Well, in restrooms that do have paper towel dispensers, they don’t stock them with itty-bitty restaurant napkins, do they? Not having to buy towels specifically for the restroom means one less thing to purchase.
I understand that, but that’s not the reason they do it. The blower always has that sticker on it with some crap about “for the health of you and the environment.” Bullshit. That’s all I’m saying.
I live fairly close to a street where you have to push the crosswalk button to get the cross traffic to stop for the bike / running path. Close enough to hear the sound of the button being pushed while I’m on my front porch.
Apparently there are people that believe that pushing the button several dozen times in a row will make the traffic light change faster.
BEEP-boop.
BEEP-boop.
BEEP-boop BEEP-boop BEEP-boop BEEP-boop BEEP-boop BEEP-boop BEEP-boop BEEP-boop BEEP-boop BEEP-boop BEEP-boop BEEP-boop BEEP-boop BEEP-boop BEEP-boop BEEP-boop
I absolutely HATE the sound of someone blowing their nose. I realize it’s a perfectly normal thing to do, but it just grates on my nerves in a bad way. It even bugs me when I blow my own nose!
When My Babe and I are at a restaurant that we’ve never been to, she likes to ask “What do you like on the menu?” to our server. I said something to her once, in private, and never brought it up again, but I still bristle when it happens.
And just in case you’re wondering why, it’s simple: I, unlike most people, am not a picky eater. I won’t look at a menu and say, “Well I don’t like this, and I don’t like that, etc.” It’s all good to me.
Most people, however, have tastes they do not like, and do not want. You name it: onions, tomatoes, bacon, etc. And, yes, there are some things that My Babe does not like. My point is why does John or Jane Q. Customer care what the server likes, knowing that either one of them has taboo foods for their menu. Thus, some recommendations that the customer might like, the server won’t mention; and some that the server likes, the customer won’t. There’s no accounting for taste. That’s just the way it is.
huh? If you’re not a picky eater, then why do you care?
This is the very instant that I realised where the term “varsity” came from. I’d never thought about it before…
When people insist on explaining that the plural of “Lego” is “Lego,” not “Legos.”
Yeah whatever. While you’ve been writhing in paroxysms of pedantry, I’ve been over here building a bitchin’ alien battle cruiser. Out of Legos.
I don’t like it when people say “I could care less” when they actually mean “I couldn’t care less”