I avoid Starbucks, Subway, any place where people ahead of me in line are allowed to pick and choose just exactly the thing that would most please their little selves at this special moment. Two slices of pickle, but not three, please. Half-caf skim latte half foam, at 196.3 degrees. Drives me insane, but it’s nice to know I’m not alone.
All this to say, there was a bagel joint in Los Angeles decades ago that had exactly once choice beyond “give me that bagel there” – schmear, or no schmear. No choice of schmears! No toasting! Either you take your bagel plain, or you take it with schmear on it, and that’s the end of the discussion. Man, did they turn a fast trade! 20 people in and out the door in 2 minutes. LOVED IT.
OK. I’m going to say this is justified outrage. My microwave is also the kitchen clock and seriously - you can’t hit that button that is right next to where you put your hand when you open the door?
Is that you dad? He’d yell, “I ordered a hamburger, not a cheeseburger!”
When a company demands your address to identify yourself on the phone, and insists on giving the zip code as well. Seriously I can look up my zip code given my address faster than I can recall it from memory, it does absolutely nothing to distinguish me from a hacker who has found out my address (not that it would be hard for a hacker to do so anyway)
Stop putting your gawddam year stickers all over your rear license plate so the plate can barely be read. I don’t give a funck that you paid last year. And nobody is stealing year stickers off plates. And if they did just take your registration slip to the DMV and they will give you another sticker.
$312.87 fine for you. Here’s your ticket, fuzznuts!
I know people get flustered and they ramble and repeat themselves. But I’ve reached my quota of sympathy for this lifetime. Maybe it’s because I was raised by parents who seemed to get nervous at silence and absolutely had to fill the air with useless chatter, but I don’t need excess words.
I’ve bitched and moaned in the “work rants” threads about the service call work orders that cross my desk. Here’s a sensible one: “Two light burned out, east side of the office near the kitchen.” Perfect and succinct. Here’s what I get: “Lights are burned out and they need to be changed because it’s dark in the area. Please send someone to replace the bulbs so we can have more light.” Doubly helpful if they add “You will need a ladder.” at the end. I know it doesn’t take more time to do the repair, but sweet jeebus this makes me see red.
I notice this on some of our archive channels, but part of it at least is because they’re showing a programme much earlier in the day than it originally went out*. I don’t know if you have the same concept but the convention here is/was that of the “watershed” at 9pm, by which time the children should be in bed.
But it’s also that “linear” scheduling and consumption is less and less significant with on-demand services and home recording, so to cover their backs they put in trigger warnings and the like.
Nobody’s ever outside? I’ve never seen anyone get any stick from the other neighbors. Except me, once: I got to the far end and discovered the street was blocked with a truck unloading stuff with a forklift, so I turned around and went the other way, and three different folks were outside and hollered or waved at me. These were all folks nearer the far end, I don’t think they’re used to seeing it. The wrong way people I was talking about are all nearer my end of the street. We don’t get randos turning in against the one-way sign.
In general, I try to be a patient and kind driver to others.
But one maneuver on the part of other inconsiderate drivers puts me into immediate, see-red Butthole Overdrive: If you try to line-butt by driving fast up the left side of the road and cut into a line of people in the right lane who are patiently waiting their turn to exit, I’m going to block you from your rude maneuver if I can. I will plant my vehicle juuuuuusssstttt in the middle of the two lanes so that you can’t get around me and you will be forced to wait in line like the rest of us schlubbs are doing!
Having my (wired) headphones yanked out of my ear because the wire got caught on something.
These days my headphones with my phone are all Bluetooth (wireless) so this is not a problem but I wish for my wired headphones back. And that despite me hating when they’d get yanked out.
A zillion years ago when I lived in Philadelphia, people would use tin snips to cut off the corner of license plates. They’d do entire blocks. Then they used something to soak the sticker with and slide it off, then sell them. At that time hardly anyone registered or insured their cars in Philadelphia. It was like the Wild West. So happy to move back to Pittsburgh.
I was a kid and we played kickball in the street. “ONE WAY!!”
I really suck at hanging things on hooks. Clothes, towels, etc. My failure rate is >50%.
Towels, in particular, mock me. They usually fall to the floor instantly. Sometimes, though, they linger for a full minute or so before free-falling. They apparently edge, ever so slowly, toward the end of the hook before plunging to the tile below. These delayed falls, especially, cause me much anguish.
People who have conversations with their friends during a concert. Not just “oh, I love this song” or “hey they played this the last time I saw them”, but long multi-minute conversations about how Bill got wasted at Fred and Nancy’s party last weekend and started telling Felix why he didn’t want to go with him to the movie, and then Nancy said she didn’t think Bill was being reasonable because Sally told her … SHUT THE HELL UP! I’M TRYING TO LISTEN TO THE MUSIC! THAT’S WHY WE’RE ALL HERE! This happens at pretty much every concert I go to. If you want to talk to your friends, why don’t you just go to dinner or something, instead of shouting your conversation into strangers’ ears while they’re trying to hear a concert?
I’ve heard that. But in 42+ years of law enforcement I’ve never taken a complaint for it and never head of anyone on a walk in make a complaint of it. Not saying it never happens ever (everything has happened at least a few times) but not ever having heard someone make a complaint of it makes me think it’s taken on an urban legend life. Folks afraid of something that rarely happens. Could be because my states stickers self destruct if you try to remove them once the adhesive has set even if you try to use a liquid to move it.
Either way, still no reason to have those stickers all over your plate. If I can’t clearly read the plate you getting cited.
My generation was taught when making a left or right turn you turn into the middle lane or right lane and then move over when it is safe. I have people passing me in the middle of the turn if I move over too quick after my left and have has several near misses. I am always tempted to force them off the road.
