[li]Heavy breathers. Panters. Whistling while intaking breath, and sighing while releasing it. Close your fucking mouth![/li][li]Parents who have no, absolutely NO, control over their children. Why did you give birth?[/li][li]People who litter. Hey, the outside of your car is NOT a trash receptical (sp?).[/li][li]People who talk during movies and sing during musicals. I went to see Rent again tonight, and the woman behind me sung the whole thing. Apparently she thought I paid $50 to hear her version.[/li][li]Giant fur coats. Call me a hypocrit for wearing leather shoes, but a whole lot less animal died for my feet than for your size XXXXXL fur vest.[/li][li]Fur vests?[/li][li]People who run hell-nelly full-speed through stores using their carts or, even worse, their children’s strollers, as ramming devices.[/li][li]Don’t snap at me. Don’t cup your hands over your mouth and bellow at me. Don’t ask me if I work here. Don’t read my nametag and say, “HEY SARAH! OVER HERE!” next time you need help. We’re not best buddies. Don’t wave me down, don’t take that tone, don’t get smarmy when I can’t answer your question, and don’t get pissed when I spend fifteen minutes helping you find a picture frame, find a print, teach you how to hang it, and point you toward self-serve, and then get mad when I can’t tell you off the top of my head when the Arkiblad dish drain is coming in.[/li][li]When people park so close to me than I can’t open my door, with five feet of space on their other side.[/li][li]Left lane = fast lane. Everyone in front of you is going 70. I’m behind you riding my brake. There is a line of fifteen cars behind me riding their brakes. Maybe this is a sign to get in the right lane if you’re going to go 5 mph under the speed limit? You think, moron?[/li][/ul]
I’m sorry. I have so much anger.