I’m not talking about right on red – no problem there! I’m talking about cyclists who look at the red light and ride right through it, apparently in the belief that the rules of the road don’t apply to them. I know if you’re riding on the sidewalk you may think it’s ok to do this, but it’s really not. Here, you’re really not supposed to ride on the sidewalk.
andymurph64 wrote:
THIS is why I don’t lane-split and come up beside cars at stop lights. They’ve already had to pass me once. They shouldn’t have to pass me again. I think this is just courtesy.
I don’t demand my lane when I’m past the traffic light. I demand my lane before the traffic light, to keep the cars behind me who want to turn right from passing me on the left and then cutting me off.
When I think of a really really annoying thing to rant about, something that bugs the hell out of me, and two days later I sit down at the computer and can’t remember what the fuck it was.
I can’t stand it when i am trying to take a call at work, and the person on the other line won’t talk, but says my name repeatedly. The other day, i had this delightful conversation.
Me: Cape Haven, good morning, this is Anya, how can I help you?
Cow-orker: Anya?
Me: Hello.
Cow-orker: Anya.
Me: Hello, how can i help you?
Cow-orker: Anya.
Me: Hellooo
Cow-orker: Anya?
Me: HELLO.
Coworker:Anya? Anya? Like can i speak with Supervisor V?
I did not understand the other half of the conversation, and was writing a report at the time. I was getting irritated and came very close to shouting “WHAT, MOTHERFUCKER!!” at her.
1- Women’s perfume. If your perfume had instructions, it would probably say “apply a few drops behind ear”. I’m reasonably certain it would not say “marinate”. Please stop acting like it does- I’m getting sick of smelling like a cathouse if I come within three yards of you.
2- Cubs and Marlins- these are big games that you’re in. Why do you spoil tradition by wearing mismatched tops and bottoms to your uniforms? THE HOME TEAM WEARS WHITE!!! Get with the program. Watch the Red Sox and Yankees- they do it right.
3- Computer software makers, you might find it hard to believe, but I may not want to have your program running every instant that I am on my computer. This might come as a complete shock, but I didn’t buy my computer merely to run your wonderful program. Please don’t take the liberty of putting yourself in my system startup and that will save me the trouble of removing you. Thank you.
4- FOX Sports. It really is cheesy the way you hijack the advertising behind home plate for your own programming. Knock it off.
5- All football commentators- quit saying how smart someone was to get out of bounds to stop the clock when running back a punt. The clock stops anyway on change of possession. Learn the rules of the game or get out of broadcasting.
6- Women in checkout lines. Guess what girls- you have to pay for your groceries! Don’t act like it’s a complete surprise and get out your checkbook only when the cashier announces your total. There are some things, like date and signature and store name, that you can actually complete WHILE YOUR ORDER IS BEING SCANNED! And guess what, that saves me time in back of you! And for God sakes, get duplicating checks and do your balancing later. I don’t want you to wait for you to enter the check in your register and compute your new balance, I want your butt out of my way!
BobLibDem I fucking* LOVE women’s perfume! When I get a wiff of it I virtually melt. When I am riding home from work through the slapper crowd, the smell makes me very sad that I am going home to be on my own.
but I agree with number 6.
And bastards who use their credit card at the 10 items or less counter to buy a bottle of milk and a newspaper.
I often get out of the supermarket before the people who were in front of me in the queue.
BellSouth: Please explain to me 1) why you took SIX DAYS just to send a repairman around to my apartment, after promising the repairs would be completed in three; and 2) how on earth you justify charging me $95 when all he did was pull the fucking modem jack out of the wall. Jesus. Maybe I should quit my job and become a professional puller-out-of-phone-jacks. I had no idea that a skill I already possess could be so lucrative.
I will definitely switch phone companies tomorrow.
Check out clerks that wait untill its your turn and all your things are unloaded out of your cart to tell you they’re now on break and you must go to a different lane
Drivers that don’t feel the School Zone speed limit means them
My daughters friends that think they are being sly when they call here 20 times in a row, and disguising their voices but forgetting to block their number from my caller ID…NO SHE CAN’T TALK…CALL AGAIN AND I SOUND MY SIREN IN YOUR EAR
And for the love of Og…spray/dab once ladies/gents…we know that you love that particular scent but man…I mean, do you have a special shower head or attachement that dispenses your perfum/cologne?? You know its too much when others around you are tasting it our mouths for 30 min after you’ve left
And the perfum sprayers in the department stores…Come at me one more time with that shit and you’ll draw back a stub!!! I don’t like smelling like a french whore as I wander around the mall offending everyone else
I know that this is just ranting, and I’m not supposed to offer actual solutions…but when asked for my phone number/zip for a cash transaction, I always say “I’d prefer not to answer that”. Most of the clerks will just grin at me, relieved that they are not about to become salsa (or something less savory) and tell the register that the customer doesn’t want to disclose her info.
However, please feel free to do whatever you can to the corporate marketing managers to indicate your displeasure at such impertinance. The store manager is unlikely to be able to do anything about this policy, and the clerk will likely be written up if a secret shopper is not asked for the info.
People who drive 45 mph, 35 mph or slower on on-ramps. This doesn’t apply to the ones which have stop signs at the end of them (there are at least two in my city). This applies to a ramp I drive often which has a long, nearly straight approach to a little used third lane. Folks, it’s an on-ramp. Accelerate!
People who drive too close to my bumper because the person ahead of me’s going 35 mph on an on-ramp. I agree with you. I want to go faster, too. The thing is, the laws of physics say bad things will happen if I go too much faster than the car ahead of me. Something about two objects not being able to occupy the same place at the same time.
People who will not give me their name and company and, if asked, what they’re calling about when calling the big boss. I have orders. If you don’t tell me who you are and what this is about, I’m not putting you through.
Calls from so-called “free” industry magazines. If I have to spend 10 minutes of time which could be used to directly benefit my employer giving you demographic information which can be used to sell ad space in your magazine, it’s not “free”. Sorry, you’ll only be able to brag that your magazine is read by x-1 top industry executives.
Negative campaign ads. Do I have to go on? It’s getting to the point where I’m starting to wonder why I vote!
I’ll also second the rant about people who can’t be bothered to return grocery carts. I still remember the time I watched a woman shove her newly-emptied cart into the middle of a handicapped stall. She was 2 spaces in. As she was leaving, I made a point of retrieving her cart and giving her a Look.
I’ll also second the Pet Smart ads, and mentioned someone no one else has. It’s not just the difference between a cat and a decent-sized Golden Retriever; it’s the difference between a calm, well-behaved cat and a badly-behaved, out-of-control Golden. Hasn’t the woman in the ad ever bothered to teach her dog how to walk on a leash?
GaaaaH! I hate that too! I almost started a Pit rant on that yesterday after lunch. Dammit people, the traffic at the bottom of the ramp is going 60 or 65. You better be too if you want to get in.
Thought of a better one: the squeaky TP dispensers at work. I always feel like the office is listening…“Is that all she’s gonna use?” or, “What does she need all that for?”
Stop fucking handing me stuff. Look. Just put the towels down on the counter…that’s right. Now drop your arms and step back. I can take it from here, really. No, DON’T shove three more towels at me while I’m scanning the first one! Don’t push the whole pile towards me while I’m finding the tag on the next one, causing it to get entangled with the others when I try to pick it up to fold it. Yes, I see that you also have a can opener. Just put it down.
And what do I have, a magnet implanted in my shoulder? I’m looking for the blender you wanted. I move six inches to the right. You move six inches to the right. I circle around the display. You circle right after me. I turn to go up the aisle, and there you are. Look, lady. I am not Captain Barbossa, and you are not the monkey.
I’m unsure whether to pit the people who don’t sign their credit cards. Granted, saying, “Oh, can I see your ID? 'Cause it’s not signed…” got old after the first 500 times. But OTOH, a stolen or misappropriated card could be signed by someone taking it for granted that cashiers won’t know what the signature is supposed to look like. And I often have to ask for ID anyway, for other reasons…Just don’t give me that look. Be glad I’m asking, 'cause if your card was stolen, you’d want cashiers to ask that person for ID! (And I do more than just glance at it, too.)
I hate those cheesy fucking TP dispensers in some places that are oblong, so they cannot complete a 360…they’re rigged so you have to get the TP off a basically stationery “roll,” by rocking it back and forth and trying to work the TP off the damn thing by hand.
I’m assuming that in Corporate Studies At the Corporate Office Full of Loser Bean Counters, this was proven to save half a billion dollars’ worth of toilet paper over a month’s span.
And I don’t care! It’s 1-ply, people! It’s not like it’s gold! I bet if you laid off all the monkeys who are counting the beans that made you install it, you’d save enough to buy 4-ply ultra-deluxe rippled aloe-infused toilet paper and hand out a roll with every purchase!
And while I’m thinking about public bathrooms, can I also voice my irritation with hand-dryers? They suck! They chap my hands, they take forever, they’re never warm, and only one person can use 'em at a time!
Which leaves me standing there with dripping hands for thirty seconds til it’s available. And half the time they’re broken, so you have to hold the button down with one hand while you dry the other hand…and meanwhile the other women in the bathroom have either dried their hands on their clothing, or foregone the handwashing altogether, because they have lives to lead and they don’t want to wait for the Hand Dryer From Hell…
Oh, and finally. What is with people who don’t flush? How can you leave a stall with THAT in the toilet? Don’t you know that everybody knows you did it the moment they walk in there? Don’t you CARE? Is this the first time you’ve encountered a toilet? Is there a whole segment of America where they still use outhouses? CAN I GET A COURTESY FLUSH, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD?
