Using the divider has nothing to do with “contamination” but so that the cashier will know the items are in two separate purchases. There have been times when the person in from of me has one item, I put down my one or two items way back from theirs, and then (if there is no divider) the cashier moves the belt and reaches for mine to scan along with theirs. :rolleyes:
Oh, and another thing!
Parents who use peer pressure when their kids are small (I know you can think of examples of this, but the only one I can think of is when my son didn’t want to participate in his school’s “Pajama Day” and my sister was like “You should tell him that everybody else will be in their pajamas so he should be, too.”) and then, when the kid grows up and says shit like “But Mo-om! Everybody else is doing it!”, these same parents are absolutely SHOCKED.
I especially love the line “I didn’t raise them like that.”
Oh yes, you did.
I don’t think that’s tiny and insignificant, I think it’s ridiculous and stupid, but it still doesn’t affect me.
people who whistle in public. Just. Stop. It.
Also stripes, why would anyone wear those? They look stupid and they make me dizzy.
Here’s what twists my bowels: the phenomenon whereby folks posing for snapshots - invariably it’s females late-teens-to-twenties - who think it is oh-so cool and original to strike what I call the ‘Kissy-Face Gangsta’ look. You know it, right? Picture a group of girls, say 3 or 4, all leaning their heads toward each other, puckering their lips in a stoooopid smooch, and flashing gang signs toward the camera.
Yeah, you’re a bunch of thugs, straight outta Compton.
GMAFB
I do that so that my stuff won’t get accidentally charged with theirs? I’ve thought about not doing it, but even then I still have to tell person at the register that it’s mine. The bar is easier.
Heh - that made me chuckle just reading it. I’m sorry, but that has been funny for me about a thousand times now, and it’s still funny to me. I’m one of those people. 
Regarding the divider bar, my little irritation is people who won’t put the divider after their order. The cashiers are sloppy about sending them down to the end; the person in front can reach them, but the person behind often can’t, so the person in front has the responsibility to put the divider down.
Interviewing athletes irritates me, too - they have nothing to say worth hearing, 999 times out of 1000.
I hate it when people mispronounce mischievous- there’s no I after the V!! Check any freaking dictionary!!!
Wow, bagging on a dead chick. I lol’d. I probably shouldn’t have, but I did.
I can’t tell if they’re going for a sweet, innocent sort of pouty look (not working) or if they’re trying to look sultry and sensuous (still not working) or if they think it makes them look… I don’t know, I can’t get over that one picture with the chick that looks like a drag queen. Don’t get me wrong, drag queens are a-okay and everything, but I doubt very much she was TRYING to look like a man pretending to be a street-walker. That’s all I’m saying.
Yuck.
I’m guessing you mean the tall skinny blonde.
In the second to last picture? Yep.
I like the black and white photo, the one who looks like someone just snuck up & shoved an unVaselined rectal thermometer up her ass.
People eating crunchy things; especially ice.
Ehr, I know people who do. Mind you, they usually also pronounce “ty” ts in twenty, thirty, forty…
I have to disagree with this.
The idiots on the street are the best part of the newscast to me,
“Well heck, they was always real quiet folks.”
I want things to be in alphabetical order. I’ve actually gone to the second hand book store on campus for the specific purpose of spending my free hour alphabetising the fiction section. Whenever I’m in my local DVD store I feel compelled to surreptitiously move a few items to the correct place. It bugs me to see “Buffy” ahead of “Boston Legal”, and “Cube” next to “Star Wars” makes me want to kill.
Reminds me of my father. We used to go to a Chinese restaurant that had one obviously Caucasian waitress. If she had our table, he’d say “Funny, you don’t look Chinese.” Every. Single. Time.
People that pronounce ‘idea’ like it has an r at the end.
People that pronounce Washington like it has an r before the s.
Cash register attendants that hoard change. ‘Yes I can break that $10 bill for you now, but then I’ll run of change’. No, you idiot, you’re choosing to run out of change now. With a customer in front of you.
Foreigners in Japan that insist on calling their kids ‘doubles’ because they don’t like the Japanese word that sounds like ‘half’.
Restaurants that won’t let you sit down at your table - that you reserved - until everyone in your party has arrived. I hope they get visited by the most earnest, energetic health inspection agents in the city.
TV shows that constantly resort to the 'divorced/separated guy, usually with kid from the marriage, that is a jerk but really good at his job but has a bit of a drinking problem, has one or two close friends that sees under the gruff exterior to see the heart of gold, while the ex-wife waffles around from episode to episode going from ‘i hate you and never want to see you again’ when the guy tries to make up, to ‘maybe we can make it work this time’ when the guy is starting to see someone else, to ‘let’s just have sex but don’t let the kids see you here, they’ll get confused’.
TV shows that insist on advertising ‘endings that will have you on the Edge. Of. Your. Seat’. Great, so we can ignore the first 45 minutes of the show, you’ll just change everything up at the very end, right? And I can’t really enjoy the entire show anyway, since you’re just going to jerk us around the entire time, having people flip sides, having characters randomly change personalities to suit the script, random plot changes - really, I’m better off just watching the season finale, right?
Oh god I wish they would. The silent looming behind me waiting for me to notice I’m being watched makes me crazy.
I detest that too. A variation of this (without all the switcheroos) are previews of comedies that reveal the show’s payoff. A good example of this was an hysterical episode of Frazier where he had to speak at a bar mitzvah. As he was speaking at the end of the show, he slowly realized that the person who tutored him taught him in Klingon instead of Hebrew. Really hilarious. Except that I saw the exact same scene the week before during the preview and knew it was coming.
It’s for this reason that I’ll only read the first paragraph on the flyleafs of books, especially mysteries. “Reginald is shocked to learn that his wife is in reality . . . the vengeful ghost of his dead mother!” And this doesn’t happen until page 200.