Being a klutz and walking into walls / doors / the piano / the vacuum cleaner!
Evil little fucktards with farting racoon mufflers on their rice wagons, playing their shitty thumpa thumpa excuse for music, such that I cannot enjoy my musical selection with closed windows and air conditioning on.
People who substitute “no problem” for “you’re welcome”. That is rude.
Asshats who see the merge/lane closed 12 miles ahead, and will still run up the open lane after everyone else has merged, and try to force their way in. IMHO, this would be appropriate cause for public execution by their peers.
Same goes for my underpants (c’ept it’s my legs they rub against. I think ‘chafe’ is the term)
The joker who decided to move a functioning Unix server from one side of the state to the other today and proceed to bollix it up and then call me thinking I have a magic wand to wave and fix it while I have a house full of guests. IF you’d have thought to give us some advance warning, we could have at the very least been aware of your plan, and quite possibly been able to give some guidance on properly telling the network that a server is going to appear somewhere else in a few hours and to do a proper shutdown so the file system wouldn’t get trashed.
Eh. It’s not my files on the thing.
Even worse, when the server or counter person looks at me and says it’s spicy, and it isn’t. “Excuse me, but someone forgot to put the ‘pow’ in my kung pao chicken!”
Little kids, shrieking and running uncontrollably all over the place because their parents can’t/won’t get them to behave. Parents (strangers) who expect me to admire their children in inappropriate situations, like in restaurants, airplanes, Staples, Best Buy, etc…
I do NOT think your kid is cute, if I did I would act like it. I don’t like kids. I’m an old fart, and I’m not gonna change, not even when I am confronted with the precious site of boogers and food all over your little darlin’s face as he/she stares unwaveringly over the back of the restaurant booth at me as I eat. Leave me alone already, and get outta my way!
Holes in socks.
Not just my socks, but everyones socks. Anyone who has socks on with holes in them must take them off and throw them away immediately.
This little pet peeve of mine has been an issue with my husbands ex-wife for years. When my step-daughters come over, and they have holy socks the holy socks get tossed when they come through the laundry. I just can’t seem to get her to understand that socks with holes in them are from the devil himself.
I hate Sunday afternoons.
People who call 911 because their toilet is overflowing. We don’t care. Call back when it’s on fire.
Children who run around with their socks hanging half off their feet. I don’t know why, it just sends me into a frenzy of disgust. I swear my son only does it to see my blood pressure rise.
Howard Stern.
Snow.
Having no sense of professional direction.
Living in the middle of nowhere.
People who leave their snot-filled tissues laying around. (my mother)
Anyone who thinks or acts like they’re “The Shit.”
People who won’t talk to me, no matter how nice I am to them.
People who leave their paper seat protectors on the seat in public restrooms. If you don’t want your ass to touch the toilet seat, then what makes you think anyone else wants to handle your used ass gasket?
Dial up internet connection.
Wet towels
Drudge work around this house. Your drudge work at your homestead may vary But I doubt it
paying bills
having a perpetual zero balance.
Complusive Victims ( great line, whomever above said that.)
Self- induced Ignorance.
People who are not willing to try something new.
The little jism of soap under the soap dispenser in a public restroom. Yuck.
Self-importance
Poor manners
Shopping
Liver
Beets
Long, slow, bad, movies… when you are with someone and you don’t want to suggest leaving.
Kids kicking the back of my seat on planes.
Ever get a toliet on fire call?
Not yet, but if I stay with this job long enough I’m sure I will.
Another thing I hate: People who glory in loud public farting.
People with no sense of direction: how can you not know wha way you came?!
Idiots
People who dont understand how you can be friends with someone from the Internet dispite the fact youve enevr seen each other in the flesh. Morons:mad:
People who smell
Women who frusrtate you to the point of blue balls…I mean come on now, why are you going to go down on me and put it in your mouth for a few seconds and decide that you don’t feel like finishing…if you aren’t going to have sex and you can’t give a hand job if your life depended on it than slob away PLS!!! Don’t just call it quits and lay there expecting me to want to cuddle. Fuck that, get the fuck out so I can jerk off so the pain in my nuts go away. :smack:
(sorry that happened last night and pissed me off) As a side note~Ladies the quickest way to a man’s heart is your mouth around his cock. But torturing him with this act will result in serious consequences.
I hate being on the low end of middle class. I want millions of dollars too. And you know that the lotto is never going to be one by a 21 year old white male.
There are just too many things to hate and bitch about!
>Customers who come into Ace Hardware at the last minute before close and expect to have 2 sheets of plywood cut to their specifications, knowing that we only have a circular saw, complain about the corner being splintered, asking for a new sheet, all the while smiling and trying to act coy and friendly–way to fuel the fire bitch.
p.s. I will quit this job soon. 6 years is plenty long to work there.
>Waiting 2 hours in line at amusement parks for a 90 second ride
>Giving 2 hour massages and not getting anything back
>Blue pens