You know, pesky little things that get under your skin but aren’t worth a whole Pit thread over.
Let’s get the ball rolling with:
People who are more special than the rest of us, and the rules don’t apply to them because they’re “just running in.”
No, you CAN’T park in the handicapped stall because you’re “just running in.”
No, you CAN’T leave your kids in the car alone because you’re “just running in.”
No, you can’t park behind my (legally parked) car because you’re “just running in.”
No, you CAN’T park in the “do not park here ever because it’s for emergency vehicles only and we will drive over your car if we have to” zone, because you’re (say it all together, now) “JUST RUNNING IN!!!”
2a. People who magnanimously wave me to go when driving or walking when I ALREADY HAVE RIGHT-OF-WAY!!! Hell yeah I’m going to go.
2b. People who magnanimously wave me to go when driving or walking when I DON’T HAVE RIGHT-OF-WAY!!! I can’t go - you’re the one who is supposed to go - you’re creating confusion and a potentially dangerous situation because no one knows what’s going on.
People who cut me off driving then toss me a handwave of thanks - thanks for what, slamming on my brakes so I didn’t shove the trunk of your car into your front seat when you cut right in front of me without looking? You’re welcome. Now try not to be such a tit.
People who stand too close to me or push their carts too close to me while standing in line. Get back. Please. When I turn sideways and hit you with my elbow, you are just too stinking close.
(which brings me to)
5. People (especially women) who wear way too much perfume. What smells lovely to you does not always smell lovely to those around you, especially in close circumstances like public transportation and elevators.
Loud gum-chewers. Snapping, crackling and popping endlessly, all day long. I don’t want to hear anything that goes on in other people’s mouths - I’m funny that way.
Winter. {heavy, heavy sigh} We’ve already had our first snowfall this year. It’s going to be a long, long, long winter.
How about people who don’t put their shopping carts away, and just leave them in the parking lot and watch as they smash into other people’s cars. I hate that.
People who follow me to my car with their cars to take my spot…do you realize how creepy this is to me, a youngish pregnant married chick, ESPECIALLY when it’s a car full of muscle-y looking hispanics or blacks? I am not racist, but when a car full of black/hispanic teenage males uses an SUV to follow me to where my teenyweeny car is parked, it makes me EXTREMELY nervous. You are probably just wanting to try and fit your gasguzzling Ranier or whatever into a spot clearly marked “Compact Car Only” but that doesn’t lessen my panic any.
People who realize I am pregnant and want to rub my tummy. If you were a friend or family member, I might let you but it’s completley unacceptable for a stranger to come up and start rubbing my bulging belly and begin to relate never-ending, pointless pregnancy tales. Touch me again, and you’re losing an arm.
Ooo I’m glad I have yet to encounter this. For some reason I have only recently begun to actually ‘look’ pregnant to other people and thankfully no one has yet come up to rub my tummy. The instant they do I’m gonna slap their hands. If it’s people I know they know well enough not to touch me unless they ask and I agree! I haven’t been much of a touchy type person since I got pregnant… well depends on the touching but in general it’s best to just not touch me.
Sheesh… we’re are not Buddha!! You won’t get good luck rubbing our tummy! And if you’re trying to feel movement well that’s not too likely as baby is usually active at night when our movements aren’t rocking them. Blah
I just thought of two more:
1)To the morons who live one development up from me: GO THE FREAKING SPEEDLIMIT! It seems like every time I am on my way home, driving the speed limit (which is 50), I get stuck behind some idiot who’s going like 35 or so. And they ALWAYS seem to turn into the development before mine. :mad:
Yes I realize I live where there is a high Hispanic migrant-worker population but what is the DEAL with piling 20 people into a car or truck designed for maybe 5 or 6 at the MOST? And don’t you people realize how dangerous it is to have six people crammed into the cab of an extended cab truck, with another 4-6 crouched in the bed?
I wish the developers of the mall had taken the time to see what the shrubbery looks like from a compact car. When I go to exit the mall, the directional signs and their accompanying trees/shrubs, etc are so tall and wide I often cannot see around them to see if it is ok to go or not. I have almost been in several accidents where I pulled out in front of somebody (sorry!) and cut them off because I didn’t know they were coming.
MetalMaven
Coca-Cola, for putting two six-packs with plastic rings in my 12-pack box. I leave the box with the top open in the fridge so I can reach in and pull one out easily, not so I can wrestle with constraints that mean I have to twist the can around from inside the box. And most of the time, cans in the rings in the box also have seriously dented tops. Bastards.
People who chew gum with their mouths open. I think that most of them don’t even realize they’re doing it, but nothing beats the look of some doofus doing his “chewing the cud” impression while thinking he looks sophisticated.
Video games with stupidly ‘erotic’ females. If I wanted an erection I’d go look at porn or God forbid an actual woman, not pixilated tit simulation. And everybody knows the best outfit for close-combat fighting is a corset and push-up bra.
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*Originally posted by 80sHairMetalMaven *
**1) People who follow me to my car with their cars to take my spot…do you realize how creepy this is to me, a youngish pregnant married chick, ESPECIALLY when it’s a car full of muscle-y looking hispanics or blacks? I am not racist, but when a car full of black/hispanic teenage males uses an SUV to follow me to where my teenyweeny car is parked, it makes me EXTREMELY nervous. You are probably just wanting to try and fit your gasguzzling Ranier or whatever into a spot clearly marked “Compact Car Only” but that doesn’t lessen my panic any.
People who just stand around in the way. I run into these people every day at college. They just gather in large crowds in the hallway completely oblivious to those of us who actually use the hallway to make our way to class instead of dishing the latest gossip about who’s fucking who. They must’ve been raised in a barn or some shit. I’m the one saying “pardon me” or “excuse me” when they’re the ones in the way!
People who absolutely refuse to go the speed limit. Half the time while driving to college I feel like I’m in the prequel to Speed, it’s called Slow and stars old farmers with bombs strapped to their pickup trucks that are set to blow up if they just so happen to go more than 40mph (the limit is 55). Argh!
My cat Frodo. Every single night he wakes me up without fail. Usually by sitting in his litter box and scratching for 15 solid minutes. When I get up close the door and get back to bed and fall asleep he decides it’s time to wake me up again by scratching at the door until he manages to push it open. Then he decides that my bedroom is an excellent playground and goes around knocking stuff off higher up stuff and makes lots of noise.
I don’t get a lot of sleep when Frodo is feeling frisky. Stupid cat.
Sorry for the lack of creative swears. I’m not much of a pit thread writer.
Yeah…people who can’t remember what the hell they’re ranting…
er, am I supposed to say something? I seem to be in some kinda thread about being pissed off…am I pissed off?..perhaps not. Can anyone remind me?
Yeah, that Cart thing. I once had my ankles bloodied by an older woman who jammed her cart into my legs three fucking times while we were waiting in line. The first time I gave her a dirty look. The second time I snapped "Stop That!. The third time I suggested that, since she had already drawn blood, if she were to do it a fourth time I was going to shove the entire goddamned cart down her throat.
She backed off.
Then complained to the cashier that I was threatening her. The cashier, a small young woman, looked at me like I was a dangerous nutjob. Until I showed her my bloody ankles.
At that point, I suggested to the woman that I already had a good case to have her charged with battery and maybe she should just count her blessings that I was letting her off easy.
The Perfume thing. I’m allergic to most perfumes. This one really pisses me off. I usually ask, very nicely, if they are aware that One Bottle of Perfume contains more than one application.
The stock response to any suggestion that anyone is wearing too much perfume;
“But I’m not wearing that much!!!”
Yeah, fuck you too. Yer lucky I don’t have a match.
The parents of the child who turned up uninvited at my doorstep before breakfast this morning. Mr. Legend told him to go away because the children weren’t up yet, so he left and returned shortly before noon, hanging around (still uninvited) until I finally chased him away at 3:30 p.m. It’s nice that this is the kind of neighborhood where our children can visit each other, but have I ever laid eyes on you? Has my child ever spent the day at your house? Did you even know where your child was all day? I’d have called to check, but I don’t know your name or phone number.
We fed him lunch. Did you feed him supper, or did he have to go bum that from some other household in the neighborhood?