People who need to picked up and dropped off at airports, when they are perfectly capable of arranging their own ground transportation, must go.
We were picking up a friend returning after a brief visit to Germany, last Saturday, and we got caught up in all the chaos at LAX resulting from the terminal closures. I thought at the time, “This airport definitely does not need the extra auto traffic generated by drop-offs and pick-ups.”
With allowances made for the infirm, young children, and so forth, maybe there should be regulations against private party pickups and dropoffs, or maybe a fee to discourage it.
I call ‘em… Photon Scoops! That’s what they must be for, with the angle catchin’ all them thar photons from the sun…
One other thing that must go are the jeans with “pseudo-worn” spots that just look like faded stripes. It just looks strange, not “vintage” or “distressed”.
Car alarms that go off when traffic passes. They also must go, or at least get adjusted so they don’t go off so darn much.
Companies that lay off competent employees, and keep the IT manager that gave the entire company FULL ACCESS to the post-layoff company organizational chart.
(just a random example)
Children that spew bloodcurdling screams and non-sensical screeching gibberish while I’m trying to fix my motorcycle. They were playing, and I know that kids yell and scream while playing- it’s normal; but I was seriously considering calling the local constabulary, as I was beginning to suspect some kind of nasty child abuse involving some kind of nasty torture…
Kawasaki dealerships that don’t stock a simple metric bolt that you stripped out while working on said motorcycle… they must go (and stock more fasteners).
Those car stereos that you can hear the Thmmmmmmm… THhhmmmmm… from blocks away.
The governor of NJ. I don’t care that he’s gay. I do care that he’s purposefully keeping the citizens of NJ from electing his successor by not leaving his office until an election is impossible. That’s almost as bad as outsourcing the homeland security position to a non-American citizen, just because he’s his special friend (allegedly).