You know how, when you bang your head or stub your toe or do some other minor, but painful thing, and the person you are with instantly starts grilling you: “What’s wrong? Are you OK? Are you OK? Are you OK? WHat happened? ARE you OK? What’s wrong? Are you OK?Are you OK?Are you OK?Are you OK?Are you OK?Are you OK?Are you OK?Are you OK?Are you OK??”
Coming on the heels of something which pissed me off to begin with, it’s a damn good thing I’m distracted by my pain because otherwise I might have to kill you if you don’t SHUT THE FUCK UP and give me a fucking minute…
People who refer to a past time period by saying “whenever” intead of “when.”
“Whenever I was a child . . .” that sort of thing. I once actively dismissed a promising friendship for this very reason; just not something I was going to be able to tolerate in the long run.
Oh yes, that’s very important to me too – saying things the right way. It amazes me that some don’t know the difference between bring & take or come & go. I’ve (briefly) known people who said things like “the next time you go to Paris you’ll have to bring me along” or “Bring this potato salad when you go to your next picnic.”
During the latest Christmas holidays, when I saw the writing for the word game on my daughter’s iPad saying “Waiting on Joe Smith’s word” (or words to that effect) instead of "Waiting for …, " I realized that I would not be playing that game on my new iPad. I still contend that it’s waitresses and clerks who wait ON people; others wait FOR things to happen. It’s one thing when an individual makes a mistake like that, but when it’s built into Apple’s iPad for all the world to see over and over again, well … that’s atrocious. It’s another example of one of those misused phrases that’s going to soon be accepted as proper, when it’s not.
I hate it when I am concentrating on something - posting on a forum or writing an email - and someone will interrupt me and then get annoyed if they only get half my attention. This is usually family who do this.
I dislike being in a loud place where I can’t hear what people are saying. I hate hearing only half the conversation. I nod and smile politely and they could be saying I am the ugliest thing they have ever seen for all I would know.
I hate ‘alot’ too. I feel my blood start to boil when I see it. I also hate mixups with 'their/there/they’re, you’re/your, its/it’s though they don’t bother me as much as ‘alot’. I don’t see that so much here where people are an articulate bunch but some other forums seem to attract those with the bare minimum in grammar skills.
I also totally hate seeing XD at the end of a post. I think it means a smile but I always read it in my head as ex dee and that really bothers me.
… The sound of the dog or the cats licking themselves. I don’t know why it bothers me so much, but that slurp slurp slurp makes me want to scream…
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Oh, man, put me in this camp, too. I love love LOVE cats and dogs, but when they start making that noise … errrrrrrr.
Oh, it’s no problem when things are said in jest–it’s when it’s meant seriously by someone who’s unfit to have the job of writing for a public company with world-wide influence that it really irritates. Or someone on national TV whom you’d think would be smarter than that!
Sudden sneezes piss me right the hell off. Once the guy at work (always the same fella) sprays out his second blast, I’m doing everything I can not to jump on top of my desk and yell obscenities over at him. Thank goodness this murderous rage passes quickly.
It also drives me around the bend when I reach for something (usually my wallet) in my bag, and something else is attached to it. For example, I used to carry a billfold-type wallet, and sometimes I’d take it out and my keychain would be caught inside the fold. How stupid do I look, getting all frothy and enraged because my keys are caught in my stupid wallet? I can’t even explain the phenomenon to anyone, because they’d all realize I’m batshit insane.
My cats’ licking drives me absolutely nuts too. Such cute cats! Such disgusting noises! Especially my long-haired gorgeous boy whose tongue practically rolls as he cleans up, for hours on end, his long tresses.
And when people interrupt I seethe with misplaced indignation. I don’t even bother watching US TV shows, whatwith all the interrupting and non-stop applause bursts. If I’m interpreting a (god help us all) telephone conference, it happens all the time, and I just about lose my mind.
I have several specialists at a local hospital. Whenever I call one of them, whoever answers the phone has to say “This is the _____ Department. Can I make an appointment for you, for tomorrow?” This wouldn’t bother me so much if they really could make an appointment for tomorrow, rather than, say, next June.
I know it’s completely irrational, but I cannot stand when people keep the dealer license plate frame on. You have to take it off to attach your new plates - why did you put it back on? It’s like that annoying fad of leaving the tags on your baseball caps.
ETA: For countries/states that don’t have them: Example
I’ll admit, mine’s on. Cause I don’t have any other license plate frame, and without a frame, the license plate gets all bendy and scratched. (I live in the land of parallel parking; even if I never touch anyone, I get “touched” plenty as people park around me!)
I should just go get a plain black frame, eh? You’re right, it annoys me, too.
At Sam’s Club, my husband decided he wanted to try a different brand of yogurt that our “usual.” This variety pack includes peach. Somehow, vanilla yogurt with fresh peaches added is food of the gods, but peach fruit-on-the-bottom yogurt is akin to Satan’s ass. So now we’re going to have 3 containers of yogurt sitting in the fridge that nobody wants to eat until they pass the sell-by date … or I’ll choke them down when I’m really hungry 'cause I hate the thought of wasting money on perfectly good food.
When we get new cars, the dealers transfer the tags, and that’s when the frames are put on. As soon as we get home, they come off - I’m not going to be a rolling advertisement for anyone! I’d rather my tag be unframed than whored… :eek:
Small things like this drive me mad beyond any sense of proportion, too. It’s just… that action didn’t work like it was meant to! :mad: E.g. I pull my keys out of my pocket and they pull something else out that then drops on the floor - if nobody else is around I will likely fling the keys on the ground too in a fit of rage for having the temerity to create this inefficient situation. Or when the towel slips off the rail onto the floor after I’ve used it and I have to bend down and pick it up.
Another really annoying thing was the handle on the kitchen door which was at just the right height and orientation to snag sleeves, pockets, belt loops and other protruding bits of clothing as I walked past. If I was wearing my dressing gown it was nigh on impossible to walk into the kitchen without suddenly being stopped in my tracks and yanked backwards. :mad: When I redid the kitchen, that door was the first thing to go.
When I can get away with it, I’ll play dumb: “So, you’re saying that if I have any questions, I should come talk to Jane or yourself?”
It’s my experience that after three sneezes and “Bless Yous,” I always get an “Oh, my goodness!” :rolleyes: Never fails.
A thousand times yes. Until recently I had an office assistant who would ask me if I was OK if I dropped a pencil. That is not an exaggeration. But if you should slip and fall and not hurt yourself, but just need a second to recover yourself before you stand up, and people are at you like vultures asking if you’re OK and pulling your arms out of your sockets trying to help you stand. GRRRRR.
Mine is people who cut their food and don’t stop cutting when the knife arrives at the plate. My husband is a big offender. You know, after the food has been cut, you can stop cutting? I can’t stand that noise! He’s taken to cutting his meat in the kitchen and then bringing his plate in the dining room. But he still scrapes his plate. He says he’s not trying to do it. But he’s not trying to *not do it. * :mad: I would rather have somebody pick up his plate and lick it than have to listen to that hideous scrapey scrapey noise.
When you’re standing IN a line of people, you’re obviously in line. You’re clearly not on the line, and if you are, why are you standing on those poor peoples’ heads?
And get don’t me started on Canada on their “line ups” (to me, ‘line up’ just brings back memories of elementary school and having to ‘line up’ to do damn near anything…going to lunch? Line up! Recess? Line up! Gym class? Line up! Blargh!)
(Oddly enough, I’m not bothered by the “queues” they have in England.)
The inescapable TV noise everywhere is driving me quietly bonkers. At the post office, the bank, Wally-world, restaurants, and now HOME since my husband has been on vacation for the last 2 weeks :mad:
WHAT is wrong with SILENCE?? (says she shrieking dementedly…)
