Grown women who refer to their father as “daddy”.
Grown MEN who refer to their father as “daddy”.
Teflon that no longer has non-stick capabilities.
Fagged out elastic.
Bad pizza.
How 'bout youze?
Pretty common in the south. It’s gotta be better than calling him Jim Bob, which could well be his actual name.
Yeah, SealClubber, I know it 's a Southern thing…it just rubs me the wrong way. I dunno…
Well, calling it southern doesn’t excuse it. I don’t like it either.
BTW, I live in a state where the governor lived in a mobile home while the mansion was being renovated. True. :eek:
People who post meaningless, self-referential replies in threads about things that annoy people. 
Zev Steinhardt
Maybe Kalhoun should pick just one, repeatedly say “fuck”, and ask to mods to move it to the Pit.
Now, I’m liking the thing about the Governor’s Mansion having wheels. That rubs me the right way!
Another annoying thing: Sailor suits on anyone older than 6. This includes sailors.
Here’s the link:
I call my dad “daddy” sometimes. I’m 27. My boyfriend thinks it’s obnoxious as well – I never really thought about it until he pointed it out. I’m not a “Daddy’s girl” or anything, and it’s not a wheedling or whiny “but daaaaady!” kind of voice; I say it in the same tone of voice that I say “Dad” in. I dunno, I have no plans of changing that anytime soon. Good thing we’re not acquainted, huh? 
His mobile home is WAY bigger than my regular home. I still like the fact that he’s doing it.
I wouldn’t dislike you, Gundy…I’d just be slightly annoyed. 
My sister-in-law does it too.
His detractors call him “Widebody” and his wife “Jethrine.”
Men who play with the change in their pockets. That irritates the living daylight out of me.
(Yes, you, right there. Us women hate it when you play pocket pool a/k/a jingle your pocket change).
When people compliment me about my hair or what I’m wearing. I know it’s strange and I’m not bothered when just anyone does this; it’s just that I don’t like when people in general are paying that much attention to me. Plus, it makes me feel like I must look ugly regularly. (I know. I need to grow up.)
When people are nosy. Just because I’m working on a public computer does not give you a right to peek over my shoulder and ask me what I’m doing. And admitting you’re being nosy does not make it suddenly okay.
When people ask me what I’m doing or where I’m going. Again, unnecessary nosiness. Plus, I don’t have to account for my actions. I don’t care what you are doing, so why do you care about what I’m doing?
When people talk my head off when it’s obvious that I’m busy. Especially when I’ve made it known that I’m working. If I’m not looking at you or making sincere listening noises, please stop talking.
When people ask if I have a boyfriend or try to hook me up with someone, as if my single-ness is so abhorrent that it needs to be remedied. The underlying (and wrong) assumption is that I even want a boyfriend. I especially hate when I haven’t seen someone in a long time and the first thing that comes out of their mouth is, “So are you seeing anyone yet?” No, I’m NOT SEEING ANYONE YET. I PROBABLY WILL NEVER SEE SOMEONE. DOES THIS PISS YOU OFF? SORRY, BUT I CAN’T HELP THAT I’M NOT IN THE MOOD FOR SEX OR BEHAVIORS-LEADING-TO-SEX IN THIS PERIOD OF MY LIFE. LEAVE ME ALONE, DAMMIT! I WILL THROW RABID CATS ON YOU IF YOU DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE!
When people make such a big thing about what happened on the game last night and yet wouldn’t know a real current event if it stabbed them in the butt.
When I’m working on MLK Day and I don’t even have to, but I don’t know what else to do and I feel sad if I’m not at least feigning productivity.
When my cat keeps jumping on the drawing I’m making for my daddy. And yes, I really call him Daddy, even though I’m a grown-ass woman. I know it’s immature, but I’ve called him that my whole life. I can’t suddenly call him something else. “Dad” is so 7th Heaven. “Pop” makes me think of Lamont on Sanford & Son. “Papa” makes me think of Papa Smurf. “Dadio” smacks of the 50s. “Pa” makes me think of Cletus the Slack Jowl Yokel. And who calls their father “Father”? I like Daddy because my daddy looks like a Daddy. I don’t know if it’s southern thing either since both of my parents are from the Midwest, which makes me only nominally southern.
[sub]I’m sorry for the rage in my post. I’m suffering from writer’s block and intense people-hate at this moment in my life. [/sub]
Here’s my random (though not complete) list:
Ants crawling on my kitchen floor
Banner ads, especially the really flashy, destracting ones
Bees, wasps, hornets, yellow jackets, etc.
Being stuck behind a smoky car that I can’t pass
Biting my tongue or lip
Car alarms
Cartoons and other TV shows where cats are portrayed as the villain or are with the villain
Commercials on all of my radio stations
Country music
Debit card users who hold up the line because their card won’t scan
Drivers who space off at the green light
Drives who won’t turn right on a red light
Dropping something (especially keys, doubly especially when said droppage results in breakage and/or a spill)
Emailing someone who just wrote to me and getting a bounce
Getting flame email
Getting food at a restaurant not made the way I ordered it
Getting stuck behind a school bus
Getting stuck behind a semi or other large truck
Glurgy emails sent to me and a dozen other people, none of whom I even know
Google hits which lead to a dead page, or the page doesn’t have the information I am seeking
Hip-hop music
Junk mail
Just missing the yellow light and having to wait the full red light cycle
Losing my keys
Most car salesmen (I have met a few decent ones, but only a few)
Not getting enough sleep
Overly cautious drivers who won’t pull out into traffic when there is plenty of space to safely do so
Paper cuts
People who “borrow” money and NEVER pay it back
People who dislike cats and are vocal about it
People who don’t put the caps back on pens (especialy markers, which can dry out)
People who insist that I should like football
People who insist that I should like to drink beer
People who leave several messages on my answering machine
People who let cereal, potato chips, etc, go stale by not closing the bag/box
People who think fat women are unattractive
People who won’t leave a message on my machine but yet will persistently call until I get home
People with bad breath/body odor or other hygiene deficiencies
Pop-up ads, especially the really flashy, destracting ones
Rap music
Slow drivers
Software that doesn’t do what it’s supposed to do
Soggy cereal
Spam (junk email, that is)
Stubbing my toe
Stupid/rude customers that I dealt with when I worked in retail
Sunny days (I prefer rainy and cloudy days, dammit!)
Telemarketers
Valentine’s Day
Viruses (computer and biological)
Voice menu systems that don’t allow you to repeat options
Web sites that take too long to load
Web sites with music
When every radio station is playing a song I don’t like
When my car won’t run
When the paper jams in my printer
Here’s another few:
T-shirts that say totally stupid stuff, like the guy I worked for for exactly 4 hours, who greets the new employee wearing a t-shirt that says, “Dirty Old Men Need Love Too.” Christ, what a jerk.
Spending the evening with someone whose taste in music doesn’t even remotely resemble mine.
Kids that don’t say hi when they come over to my house.
Evangelical TV
Traffic jams with no apparent purpose. Where’s the crash? Shouldn’t there be bodies laying in the street?
dwc1970 - wow. All of those annoy me.
Especially
… and then say “You never pick up your phone!” … maybe if you left a message I would call you back!
I also am annoyed by sticky honey jars and oily oil bottles, because as soon as you pick it up you become sticky/oily, followed shortly by everything else in your kitchen.
And finally:
YES, I KNOW HOW TO SPELL MY OWN FUCKING NAME. I know it’s unusual. I know you probably knew someone who spelled it differently. But I also know how to spell the fucking thing ! No there’s no N. Yes I’m certain. Why can’t you take my word for it?
Hasn’t call waiting been mentioned yet? Here’s how that works:
Well, I’m glad you called, seal_clubber! Wait! Someone potentially more interesting is on the line! Can you hang on? <<click>>
note: I have long hair, long as in mid-thigh long
People who insist upon pointing out my long hair to me.
Random Person on the Street: Wow! Your hair is long.
Me: Yes…
RPOTS: I’ve never seen hair that long, how did you do that?
GAH!!!
Do they think I hadn’t noticed that my hair is long? How do I do what? Make it grow? Make it long? Gee, I don’t cut it, that tends to work. Goodness it’s difficult to be polite to people. I know tey mean well and all but sheesh.
Kitty
I have another one related to the telephone. I drives me nuts when my phone rings, I answer it and instead of saying hello, the person on the other end of the line says “Who’s this?” You called me dumbass, I should be asking who you are. Didn’t their parents ever teach them telephone etiquette? Silly, yes, petty, probably, but it drives me up the damn wall!!!