What happened to saying please and thank you?
You are not all alone on this one. 
I swear too, but I don’t use “shitty” as an all-purpose adjective to mean “lousy” or “terrible.” It’s like they can’t think of another word than “shitty.” 
People for whom EVERYTHING is a family event. I went to my kid’s school orientation and there were so many people there in large groups. You don’t need both parents (and if both parents are there, then you REALLY don’t both need to be there with your disruptive toddlers-one of you watch them at home!), and you certainly don’t need older siblings, grandparents, or multiples of all these things. Many of us didn’t get information packets or seats until the end so Special Snowflake’s extended family could take up all the room and all the papers so they could hear the correct procedures.
Pedestrians. Whatever happened to look before you cross? If you’re going to walk out into traffic the least you can do is pretend you’re trying to hurry. The deliberate meandering pace coupled with the self-important glare they give motorists blows my mind. I never realized there were so many people trying to become asphalt pancakes. :rolleyes:
I see this too, practically every time I’ve been to the ER. I’ve never understood it. I sit there looking at the families trying to figure out which one(s) was waiting to go back to the ER. It’s surprisingly difficult.
I know it’s common to do so, but I don’t get waiting in the hospital for somebody’s 5-hour procedure, unless you live a very long way away. I’d rather wait at home in comfort. The doctors can call me when there’s news. It’s not as if my physical presence will make a difference or get me the news sooner.
Their “self-important glare” is just keeping one eye out lest they be run over by some impatient, lazy motorist who only walks from his home to his car.
Yeah. The fact that I’m acquainted with THREE people who have been seriously injured because a driver didn’t look and decided to blow a stop sign at a crosswalk just boggles my mind.
Timid lane changers. You know, that person who puts on their blinker, to the right let’s say, and leave it on without moving for half a mile, then they sloooowwly creep toward the line, but then jerk back to the center of their lane before actually getting there, then they go again, this time the edge of their tire juuuust licking the line, then jerks back to the center of their lane, and repeat about a half dozen more times, each time going a little bit further toward/over the line, and the entire time their target space to the right has been completely clear. What the fuck?!
I’m with you… so with you here.
Look, I’m sending you a well crafted resume, easy to read, in standard Word format. Please don’t make me re-write the damn thing in your database form. Sure, ask me a few targeted questions regarding something that might or might not be on my resume, but don’t ask to put in every job entry and school entry in 30 different database slots. Every application is a 10 step process, and you don’t actually learn anything about me other than the fact that I’m willing to slog through your crap.
On the flip side, I’ve prevented more than one accident because I saw something the driver didn’t.
When I was in the ER waiting room one group sounded like they were having a party.
They took the corner by the TV and they were all laughing and joking, up and down, just having a good ol’ time.
The poor guy next to me was having chest pains, the lady a few seats down was having so much trouble breathing I thought she was going to die any minute, the guy sitting across from me was moaning in pain, the guy next to him was trying to sleep. I don’t know why somebody in the hospital didn’t tell them to keep it down or take it outside.
Of course I was amused when I coughed and more than a few people gave me a dirty look and went up to the counter to ask for masks. I’m so sorry I had to audacity to cough in the hospital ER.:rolleyes:
Then again people are rude.
When I was in the hospital last year my roommates entire family showed up everyday with food and newspapers and just settled themselves on in. They argued loudly with each other, I had to walk past men I didn’t know in a gown that didn’t close in the back to get to the bathroom. I’d have to slide sideways past them. Then… to beat it all… they had to nerve to bitch to me and the nurse because one of my monitors kept going off and was too loud and was disturbing them and couldn’t we please do something about that.
I deserve a gold medal for keeping my mouth shut over that one.
Why in the world did you keep your mouth shut over it? If you’re ever in this situation again, here are a couple of suggestions.
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Ask for an extra hospital gown. Put it on over your first gown, but the other way so that it opens in the front. Then you can walk about without mooning anyone.
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Talk to the nurses, either in your room or by going to the main desk. Point out that the other person has way too many noisy visitors and that they are interfering with your rest and care. There is usually an official limit as to the number of visitors allowed, but they may not enforce it if no one complains.
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Speak to the roommate and his/her family. “Could you please keep it quieter? I am not feeling well and I really need the rest.”
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Or, for a really fun time, ask about a dozen or so of your own friends and family to come visit you. They can butt into the roommate’s family’s arguments, call them names and generally be obnoxious. Arm wrestle them for the chairs. Pretty soon both your friends and the roommate’s friends will get thrown out or arrested.
