Yeah, that’s the other side of it. My favorite is when someone, who appears to be monitoring the thread so that they get their due credit, will post something like, “Ahem, see post #3”, by which they mean, “You fool, I already gave the same answer you did five days ago, but you’re too stupid to realize it, and I’m the one who deserves the praise and adulation for being the first to correctly answer, NOT you! And I’m going to make sure everyone knows it.”
I am not filled with incandescent rage when I encounter video filmed in the portrait orientation.
In the Trep family, at least, it’s chicken legs. Specifically, the legs of a whole roast chicken, as I was reminded tonight. Occasionally I have had to stop Mrs Trep when she starts telling someone that I prefer the legs. No I do not. What I prefer is not to be part of that unseemly scuffle when she and Trep Jr duke it out for the breast. It’s fine - I’m fine with chicken thigh - it doesn’t bother me. That’s not the same thing as a preference, though.
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Postscript:
I’ve enjoyed this thread, but I didn’t think I would be contributing. I assume the thread has been done before, but I’m just the exact opposite of the OP - things that don’t bother others annoy the hell out of me. Jazz. Pizza crust. Men talking about football. Women who always leave the toilet seat down but are happy to complain about men who leave it up. Mandolin music. So it was a surprise, when faced with a roast chicken this evening, to realise that there was something that bothered other people but not me. How nice.
I’m another who doesn’t mind zombie threads. If someone has something new to contribute to a thread who cares how old it is.
I have no problem with a vegetarian or vegan guest in my home requesting a special entree. I figure part of being a good host is preparing a meal all my guests will enjoy, not merely what I like.
A baby crying, especially on a plane or similar situation where it is not feasible to just walk away.
I spent many years working in a 9-1-1 center and the most harrowing calls often involved children in serious distress. When giving a parent CPR or Heimlich Maneuver instructions I was always hoping to just hear that baby cry. The sound of a cry was sweet music.
Making eye contact.
Clearly you don’t live out in the country. I was running an errand today around dusk (peak time for a deer to jump out in front of your car) with some lamebrained moron riding my rear bumper. And another lamebrained moron riding *his *bumper. A perfect scenario for a three-car pileup.
I don’t recall ever seeing this happen, in the 14 years I’ve been reading this board. I would much more expect someone who posted this to be jumped on for an unreasonable comment.
Ulfreida mentioned germs above, and I second that. I am in favor of what seems to be reasonable cleanliness in the things I put in my mouth – food, utensils, body parts – but unless actual poison was in the vicinity, I don’t get the need to disinfect everything, including my hands. I’m not against it, I don’t mind if other people do it, but I just don’t.
I secretly like the time changes. I keep it a secret because everyone else around me seems to hate them, and I don’t want them to kill me.
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BUT IT’S STUPID AND OBSOLETE AND MATERIALLY COUNTER-PRODUCTIVE AND FURTHERMO- 
I don’t mind Christmas music on the radio before December. In fact, I keep checking KOST 103.5FM every day lately, just to see if it’s safe to tune to the station yet.
Same for me mutatis mutandis: I like the smell (and even the sound) of my own farts but nobody else seems to.
Being in a state that does not do the DST thing I’m not, in general, annoyed by it but…
I had bought this atomic clock from Oregon Scientific. It had no way of setting which time zone you were in or whether DST was observed or not. Accordingly, on DST Sunday the clock would spring forward or fall back whether I wanted it or not. “No big deal,” you say? “It’s Sunday so it’s a day off.” Oh, no. I worked Sundays so the first time this happened, not generally wearing a watch I was an hour early for work, arriving at 4am instead of 5.
On returning home that afternoon I set the clock to the correct time – only to find it had adjusted itself again Monday morning. It adjusted itself again the morning after that, and after that and after that for more than two weeks before it settled down to show what time it really was. Of course, it did the same thing the other way around when DST went off, and insisted it knew the correct time for weeks after that again. I found it easier to give in and adjust the alarm time during those periods.
Oregon Scientific being in Portland, I figured it was one of those cases of liberalism run amok. “We know how you should run your life better than you do, so shut up and fall in line.”
Even when it’s done on purpose?
I’m a lifelong biology nerd and I have no problem with “creepy” animals like spiders and snakes.
I also let the faster guy come around. I don’t feel they are compromising my safety. I feel that everyone’s safety -including the occupants of the tail-gating car- will be enhanced if I get them past me as soon as (safely) possible.
I have no problem sharing food with our pets. I’ll give our African Grey a drink of my OJ, then finish what is left in the cup. I’ll let one of our dogs lick my ice cream, then finish the rest.
Same here, for the most part.
Left-lane hogs are a blight on our highways, so if someone is coming up behind me quickly on a multi-lane road I’ll happily move over to let them by–it’s what I would hope someone would do for me.
If we are talking about tailgating on a single-lane road, I will try to pull over on a shoulder and let them by if I can.
Suburban streets with 25mph limit? That’s where my “don’t care” ends–if someone is riding my bumper when I’m at 30mph I’ll go as close to 25mph as I can get.
I son’t believe there is a god or gods, I don’t know what happens when we die, and I do not care.
Talk to some of the religious radicals on this subject and your head will spin around.
Good one. Me too.
Nestle taking water for “free.” It’s part of the commons, and there’s plenty of it. If they don’t take it, it flows down the St. Lawrence and gets polluted with salt.