People who insist on sending me chain mail, urban legends, requests to sign Internet petitions, and emails comparing my friendship to that of an ANGEL HERE ON EARTH. And most especially, heart-warming stories of motherhood.
When I’ve asked them 1 rhyseanillion times to quit!
The fact that Papa Tiger will turn away from the channel a program we’re watching is on at EVERY commercial just to “skip the commercials,” thereby often causing us to miss the first 15 seconds of the program by the time I can persuade him to turn BACK to its channel – and yet if we’re watching the same program on tape, he’ll let the commercials run!! Aaaaarrrrrggghhh!
Warm seat in a public toilet…
Who was there last? Gah!
When I forget what day it is, get all ready for Monday, and find out it’s Saturday! Gah!
I hate when people ask stupid questions.
I hate when people use empty expressions like “that’s cool”. Especially when something isn’t cool.
I hate when my burps smell like baloney and there are other people in the vicinity.
I hate that I’m working on a Saturday afternoon.
Cold hard butter on soft bread GAAHHH!
Yeast
Oh, and that pop-up pretending to be the blue screen of death. Gets me every time. Got me just now in fact.
And yeast.
Giving blood.
But I do it anyway.
:rolleyes:
Drying off with a wet towel.
Skin on pudding.
Ketchup gunk around the rim of the bottle.
Overly negative people.
Ah, Muad’Dib, I just knew you hated girls with tattoos. 
I hate it when guys use umbrellas to go really short distances. There is nothing that screams PUSS more.
Ewww, it’s zombie pudding from HELL!
I hate people who think they know technology but they actually don’t know Jack from Shit, then call me at work because they can’t figure it out, then argue with me when I try to tell them the answer. Goddammit, it’s my job to know these things, don’t fucking call me if you’re gonna fucking argue motherfucker!
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Smoky bacon crisp flavoured burps.
Since being on-line, although I love where I live, I hate being so damn far away from people I’ve come to know as dear friends through the SDMB.
And I hate being reminded of how far away I am from them.
Bugger.
Especially when I ask them “Tell me what’s going on today” and they waste 5 minutes or longer complaining about how long the problem’s gone on, how many times they’ve called tech support, etc, etc.
Look, if you wanna hear yourself bitch, don’t call me. I’m not a psychologist. I’m here to do one of two things:
a: walk you through a series of steps to solve your problem
b: refer you to someone who can
Someone else was sitting in my cube today. I had to set up a brand new workstation, and this chair is uncomfortable. I hate that.
How one day, I will wear a pair of nice, comfortable shoes all over town. One random day a few weeks later, they will tear my fucking feet to shreads walking to the mailbox.
Things that aren’t SPICY enough for my taste, when the menu said they’d be spicy!
Stupid typos!
F_X
Knee-jerk reactionaries and compulsive victims. You know who you are.