I thought my mother’s custom of broadcasting whichever program she’s watching unless somebody else is having a conversation was a peculiarity. Apparently she’s not unique: there was a woman in a cafeteria today, broadcasting the TV’s images (it was on but muted) to her table…
So now I can say that I hate it when people broadcast what they’re watching to others who can look at it themselves.
I don’t even know what to call the latest phrase that’s irrationally annoying me. It seems like everybody is saying, “It’s a thing.” Most of the time, they use it to refer to something that isn’t a thing – at least not according to my dictionary’s definition of “thing.” Example:
Q: Why is everyone in this bar wearing “Jersey Shore” t-shirts?
A: It’s a thing.
That was awesome, phouka. Thanks alot!
Harley Davidson motorcycles are loud, but not annoyingly so (at least to me). It drives me right up the wall, though, when someone buys one, removes the standard exhaust system, installs extra-loud baffle-free after-market pipes, and then revs that sucker up to 4,000 RPM while backing it into a parking space. There’s no reverse gear, dude. You can back it up at an idle. You’re just shouting “look at me” over and over like a 2-year-old on a Big Wheel.
**Ambivalid **- it’s anyone. N (enn) E (eee) 1 (one).
I have two much-younger brothers. I have had to learn txt-speak in the interests of maintaining any type of relationship with them at all. Sometimes I actually wonder if it’s worth it. 
Super-annoying for me?
Hangnails. Tiny little pain or irritation, greatly-magnified hatred. I have bloodied my hands more times than I can count when I’m in situations where my hangnails have bugged me beyond tolerance and I had nothing applicable to remedy the situation.
Wet hair. If it’s attached to me, it is only marginally irritating. As soon as it’s not mine, it magically becomes this scrofulous, disgusting, limp, slimy, mass of gag-inducing hatred. I am literally unable to remove wet hair from sinks or showers without gagging.
Drains in general. Just … ew. Really. I don’t care that it’s soap. I don’t care that it’s pretty clean in general. I don’t even care that it’s probably mostly my own germs - just… ew.
My local NPR radio station (this may be more widespread, I don’t know) has gotten new microphones. They are extremely sensitive, and as a result I am forced to hear the squeaking squelches of the mouth moisture moving about the mouths of their interview guests as their tongues form words. It’s hideous, and I may actually have to stop listening if they don’t fix it soon.
The way my co-worker apologizes for everything. She precedes many of her phrases with “I’m sorry, but so-and-so is on the phone for you”, or when I ask a question says “I’m sorry, I’ll look that up for you.” I didn’t notice too much during the first few weeks but once I did, I can’t un-notice it.
My sister says “Do you know what I’m saying?” constantly. It’s long past the time where I can ask her to please stop saying that, and it would be rude to do so at any rate. I put up with it but it’s really irritating. Do you know what I’m saying? :rolleyes:
My aunt’s husband mispronounces a lot of words, my aunt does as well. So weird that they found each other! We spent the most boring new year’s eve in the history of the world at their house, and he kept saying cuppa-chino. Do you want some cuppa-chino? This machine makes great cuppa-chino. How’s the cuppa-chino? I finally said that I didn’t care for any, but isn’t pronounced cappuccino? He laughed and said he isn’t sure. Ironic part is that he is a coffee and cuppa-chino distributer. Wouldn’t you think he would have figured out the correct pronunciation of an item he peddles?
Also, he criticizes my aunt in front of her family. We all love my aunt and while we were playing cards, he picked on her for sitting too far away from the table so it was harder to reach the cards. Who cares? You could be nice about it and not take on a mocking voice, mimicking a woman and saying “Ooh, it’s too hard for me to reach with my widdle arms.” Asshole. I won’t be returning for any more of their card parties, even though I love my aunt. I just can’t do it anymore. Everybody spoke up and told him that she was fine and to leave her alone, but he just doesn’t get it.
Finally, and maybe you will think that I’m being a jerk, but enough about the pigeon eggs. I don’t care. Please stop posting. No, really. Please.
At another board where I’m a mod of sorts, they automatically hyperlink certain words, either to the FAQs or to paid sponsors. I got them to hyperlink “alot” to that blog. Example here. However, a lot (ha!) of the posters are Indian, and “alot” doesn’t show up a lot with foreign speakers of English.
I’m bugged more by people spelling “its” as “it’s”, just because it’s so widespread. Even on this board, made up of the world’s smartest people, “its” is misspelled about 80 to 90 percent of the time.
Guilty as charged. It’s because I think of the possessive as the possessive of a noun ending in “t”, like “my cat’s paw” or “the doormat’s design”, rather than a possessive pronoun like “his” and “hers”.
I try to fix it, because I’m fully aware that it’s a mistake, but sometimes I miss it.
I hate when people do that!
Tomato-do you work with my sister? My Lord she has the most grating ,screech of a laugh ever.
I work for a satellite t.v. provider and when I call in to activate equipment I do not not! need to be thanked for calling that particular provider! I work for them calling the competition is going to do zero good.
… and people who walk around at working clicking their pens.
My other minor irritation is with my own behaviour. I hate when I have a 1/20th second cat nap, with my finger on the down arrow and discover I’ve scrolled to the bottom of the page.
There are times I have wanted to choke out the assholes that march into an elevator while the door is still opening. Out before in, bitches.
Pronouncing nuclear as nu-cu-ler.
It’s nuclear you brain dead, pig ignorant mo-ron!! I don’t give a rat’s ass if George W. Bush pronounced it nu-cu-ler. I DON’T CARE !! It’s NUCLEAR !!!
(Man, that felt good. :D)
Pop-up facial tissue (Kleenex or any other brand or non-brand) that DOESN’T POP UP!
(Since this thread is explicitly about things that annoy us, it’s okay to shout with all caps in this thread, right? Maybe this thread belongs in the Pit where we can all write what we REALLY think?)
We can put men on the moon (at least, 40 years ago we could) but we can’t f*ing invent pop-up tissue that pops up? Without exception, when the box is about 1/3 used up, the tissues start either not popping up, or half-way pop up and fall back inside.
But wait, it gets worse…
There used to be other brands that didn’t even try to pop up. I was happy with those. The top of the boxes had wide openings that you could easily reach into. And the tissues were folded differently and not overlapped, so you could easily grab the top one.
Contrast with the so-called pop-up tissues: First, they’ve tried everything (short of rocket science, apparently) to get them to pop up. They made the opening narrower. They still fall back in, and you can’t easily reach inside. And the way they are folded and overlapped, even when you start tearing the box apart so you can reach inside, you still can’t easily grab the top tissue without getting a handful of them. Then they put a sheet of plastic on the inside of the top of the box with a narrow slit that the tissues come up through. That was supposed to prevent fall-back I suppose, but doesn’t. It just makes it all the harder to reach in without having to tear the box apart.
THEN (full steam ahead!) the BIG F*ing companies (Kimberly Clark, are you reading this?) went and bought up the smaller companies that still made the non-pop-up kind (Scott) and now you can’t get those any more. There were a few other brands and non-brands you could occasionally find with non-pop-up boxes, but those have all gone where the woodbine twineth or whatever. All the sales-and-marketing morons have once again chosen to compete by imitating the leader instead of doing something different or better.
I was okay with that (hey, it’s someone else’s idiocy, not my problem) until we had a president with his f*ing finger on the nook-you-lar button (ETA: and taking his orders from the old fat guy in the bat-cave) who couldn’t even pronounce it right! Hog-tie him with bahr-wahr, I say.
Anyone crunching anything. Talking to me or making noise before I’m fully awake (I need half an hour at least.)
It gets worse (people who say “Nuke-yah-luhr”). Assuming you’re referring to “W”, we had a prez a few administrations back who’s CV went something like this (from his own webpage):
*received a Bachelor of Science degree from the United States Naval Academy in 1946. In the Navy, he became a submariner, serving in both the Atlantic and Pacific fleets and rising to the rank of lieutenant. Chosen by Admiral Hyman Rickover for the nuclear submarine program, he was assigned to Schenectady, N.Y., where he took graduate work at Union College in reactor technology and nuclear physics, and served as senior officer of the pre-commissioning crew of the Seawolf, the second nuclear submarine.
*
…and even he couldn’t pronounce “nuclear” correctly.
(Jimmy Carter)
People playing chicken on the sidewalk, often walking shoulder to shoulder with their two friends refusing to fall in line or allow anyone to pass. Mostly young and looking for a fight its the most annoying thing in the world.
Or the azzholes meandering down the middle of the street that you are driving on, and refusing to move aside. I can’t very well continue on and mow them down, as satisfying as that would be.
My good friend who, offered a pumpkin latte, says, “oh, yes - them are so good!” Or asked where her kids are, says, “on the way over, I know, they’s late!” She was born and educated in the northeast and often talks as if she was homeschooled on a remote rutabaga farm.
I find it irritating beyond reason. I’ll stop and wait for them to close. They always back down.
People who can’t mention fruit in a culinary sense, without calling it “fresh fruit”. Look, I do not prefer the candy bar because I think the fruit is stale, I prefer the candy bar because I believe the fruit is not made out of chocolate and caramel and a dozen other things that are bad for me but taste delicious.