The worst example of misused quotes I’ve ever seen was on a building for the “dentists.”
I hate seeing typos in print in published books, and it seems to be happening more and more. Are publishers now relying on spell-check more than people, so things like “chefs” for “chiefs” slip through?
My cat makes this noise in the dead of night when everyone should be at rest. It’s bad enough that the sound is sickening in and of itself, but it brings to mind vivid memories of my Aunt’s little long-dead terrier, who had a habit of sucking his own weenie. It’s like this crazy double-gross-out flashback of horror.
I’m with you, Ivylass. Sometime, somewhere, some person decided it was easier to use “impact” as a verb than to figure out the whole affect/effect thing. It was all downhill from there.
Styrofoam(or polystyrene or whatever it really is. You know what I mean.) Especially those packing peanut things. The thought of them shifting around, going squeakity-squeak against each other in the box…urgh. And don’t even get me started on the idea of drinking out of a styrofoam cup.
Greasy or sticky hands, even if they aren’t mine.
Regarding the misuse of apostrophes: There is a diner nearby that I have vowed never to enter. The (professionally made) outside sign reads, “Happy Day’s Diner”.
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Actually, why should we be so shocked? Doggies lick their own balls and nobody thinks a thing of it. And if you could reach…
Whatever.
I agree, it sucks. I also hate the way the word “lame” is used. It’s not used in any other than it’s original sense in Australia (so, rarely), but I see it on these boards all the time and it drives me nutso. This isn’t because of some PC defence of disabled people, but rather that it just sounds like a “cool” teenaged girl being dismissive.
You don’t like sarcasm?
Everything sends me over the edge, but I’ll pick two:
People standing on escalators - It just makes me apoplectic with rage. They’re meant to move you up or down faster while you keep walking - they’re not meant for standing on, cow-like, and staring blankly. I can’t stand people standing on them period, but when people are blocking my walking up or down them by standing in the middle or on the left, it sends me into a schizo rage. They always look so bewildered when they hear you say, “excuse me!?” from behind them, like the idea that anyone would just walk up or down the escalator would never even occur to them. Fuck, I’m pounding my fist on the desk now.
People who ask questions but interrupt you as you try to answer them - I almost punched a guy in the face yesterday at work because I was supposed to explain a bunch of stuff to him and he kept asking questions then immediately interrupting me when I’d start to answer them. This went on for about 10 minutes straight and I was so angry that I had to step outside for a moment because I was afraid I was going to attack him.
I don’t suppose it has ever occurred to you that maybe the reason for escalators are to help people who have difficulty walking up and down stairs move from one level to another? I have bad knees, and while I’m fine walking on level ground stairs are literally a real pain. In fact, walking down stairs is harder for me than walking up. When I’m on an escalator I do stand as far to the right as I can, so that people like you can get past me if the escalator is wide enough.
Seriously, have you considered attending an anger management class? It’s really not that healthy to have that much anger in you.
When I was in college, I had a job one summer where I had to sit across from someone who did exactly the same thing. Truly bizarre. But that’s not all–she would also stick her finger in her ear and wiggle it back and forth really really fast. Cluck, cluck, wiggle, wiggle, cluck, cluck, wiggle, wiggle. I could do a really good imitation of her, but it actually hurts to make that clucking noise. I don’t know how she could keep doing it for long periods of time. I’m so glad that was just a summer job–I probably would have snapped if I had to watch that for more than a couple of months.
People at the park who don’t leash their out-of-control dog thus allowing said dog to jump up like a spoiled baboon on strangers.
Ma’am, first I am going to cave in your dog’s skull and then I am going to go home and watch Ally McBeal. You can stand here and cry a lot.
When my brother and I confronted my sister about her husband’s abusive behavior and how that affects my brother’s children to witness it, she replied, “get over it.” She sent everyone a nasty email which repeated the phrase probably a dozen times. For months, I heard my mom repeating the phrase almost as if it were a new philosophy which she had adopted.
A friend of mine used “orientate” in a sentence one time. He also pronounces escape as “excape.” What drives me especially crazy is that his wife is an English teacher and is right there while he is talking thihs way. Doesn’t she go crazy listening to this? He must be stopped.
“Would of” and “could of” are the worst for me. I can’t read sentences that use either of those witihout thinking the person who wrote it is a total moron.
The network bugs and animated ads during shows are the worst for me. I hated when they started putting the network logo in the lower right, but I’m so used to it now that it seems normal. I also hate the scrunched up credits so they can show a commercial, or even the intro to the next show during the credits. But the “pop-up” ads in the middle of a show are the worst. Every time I see one, I get frustrated that more people haven’t taken an effort to get the networks to stop this infuriating practice.
Edited to add: Saliva squicks me out. I nearly threw someone across the room because, when their dog was licking me, they said “Aww, she’s giving you kisses, that’s a good dog.”
When I see someone put steak sauce or barbeque sauce on a good steak, I feel like going postal on them.
I don’t mind paying for gas at the pump. It’s convenient. But when I go to the pump that has each of the buttons “Yes”, “No”, “Enter”, and “Cancel”, and that pump still forces me to hit “9” to decline the fucking car wash, I want to take hostages.
Here’s something that some of the other posts remind me of. When I call you and you are not home, but I choose not to leave a message, do not look at my number on the caller ID and call me back to say, “Yeah, you called me earlier.” OK, but I didn’t leave a message, so apparently you wanted to have this call more than me. What do you want? Even worse, sometimes I dial the wrong number, then hang up when the strange answering machine picks up. When I get a call four hours later from some stranger asking why I called, I want to spit at them through the phone line.
Dirty sinks. Not necessarily digusting, but dirty at all. I grew up with a crazy father and our sinks always looked spotless. Don’t even show me a sink full of dishes. Unacceptable unless you don’t have a dishwasher and literally don’t have 5 minutes after a meal to wash them.
Your/you’re. Oh god. Seriously, is this so hard? I don’t know about anyone else, but I AUTOMATICALLY see the word “you’re” and think “you are.” So when I see someone writing something like this: “You’re coat is on the floor,” I just want to die. “You are coat is on the floor? wtf?”
Yep, but I’ve spent time working to stop that habit.
I got majorly pissed off last night. I intentionally bought the carwash because my car needed it- and then couldn’t find the damned thing. I’d assumed it was behind the station but nope, so I had to ask the clerk. At no point did the pump display or the signs for the car-wash mention that the carwash is a mile away at another fucking station!
Really? Because if you said somebody or something were “seizing”, I think it would conjure images of that person/animal/thing attacking a house or city and “liberating” its people of their prized possessions. Used in a medical context, it would surely produce a lot of double-takes. “Seizuring”, on the other hand, is instantly clear. I could expound upon this for hours if asked…so I guess that “wrong word” stuff is what sends me over the edge.
I’ve put this in the “Heroes” section of my MySpace.
You have no idea how many people do this when they’re listening to CD samples in the music section at a bookstore. NO. IDEA.
Most frustrating job ever.
That kills me! I’m not a dog person, and I don’t want your dog all over me, and I especially don’t want your disgusting, smelly dog slobbering all over me. That’s fucking disgusting. When I fight off your dog and insist that you get it off of me, I’m not a fucking Disney cartoon for your entertainment. “AWww! How cute!” NO. IT IS FUCKING NOT CUTE.