I can relate, my mom has started using the “Husband” term… “I need to go spend time with my husband, I’ll be back”… Please… What ever happened to calling him “Honey bear” and all that
As for another, I’ve started hearing the term “24/A”… ya, 24 Ay… Instead of 24/7… WTF is that about…
People who can’t simply say “thank you” when you spend 4 hours of your time trying to help them out.
While at the grocery store when the cashier always has to ask “Do you need assistance to your vehicle”?.. Haha… That pisses them off too. They’re required to do it here at the Safeway regardless of what is purchases. Last time I went there a guy bought a pack of gum, and yes, he still had to say the line. Of course, he said is jokingly, but still, it’s ridiculous.
I hate that plastic sandwich bags that have that crappy seal that never works are called “zipper bags,” when there is another design that actually has a fucking zipper that’s more expensive and preferable in all circumstances. For some inexplicable reason, the version with the actual zipper is called a “slider bag” even though it has a damn zipper. I can’t help but think that this is to trick people that want the “slider” into buying the “zipper,” thinking that they’re getting a deal.
I just bought the generic “zipper” bags and opened them only to see those damned seals that don’t work at all.
It annoys me when people use words in writing that are never used in speech. For example, “natch”. Not only does seeing this word distract me because I immediately think of “snatch”, but the value of meaning bestowed by this word is vastly outweighed by its pretentious appearance. And methinks? Played. Out.
I don’t like it when people call me on the phone for casual conversation while they are out in public, doing errands or driving in the car. Because inevitably I’ll have to hear them direct stupid comments to the car that is cutting them off (“Oh come on, I was turning, dude!”) or hear them say stuff to cashiers like “You take card?..Thanks. Yes, plastic please…Okay, you too.” I could live without all that, really. Call me when you’re at home.
I hate the way that TV commercials are shown at a volume twice that of what I was watching. Loud noise stresses me out unless I’m the one choosing the music and volume and it’s like a blasting wall of sound trying to sell me things I don’t need. It annoys the hell out of me even though the volume control is right at my fingertips.
ARGH, YES. I walk to work and this happens to me every day. Even worse, at least a few times a week, someone will appear to actually careen toward me as I walk past them, as in, they were appropriately sticking to their side of the sidewalk, which was wide enough for the both of us, and then for some mysterious reason they walk right at me just as I walk by. I know my ass is big, but it’s not big enough to have its own gravitational pull. Get out of my way!
And even worse! It’s been snowing here a lot this winter, and the sidewalks in my neighborhood don’t get shoveled completely – there’s just a narrow strip cleared, wide enough for one person, with the snow piled waist high at either side. The other day on my walk to work, I encountered a trio of people who had stopped to talk in the middle of this narrow sidewalk, and they could see me coming but weren’t spreading out to let me pass. Well, I couldn’t step into the street because A) this is an urban neighborhood and I didn’t want to get killed by the passing cars, and B) the wall of snow was blocking me in anyway. So I said “excuse me!” twice, and when nobody moved, I just pushed through them. Then the clueless idiots called me rude. (I guess I could have stopped and asked them pointedly to get out of my way, but I was in a hurry.)
Rapid fire ‘channel surfing’, either with the television or the radio; not even stopping long enough to see what’s showing/playing before zipping off again. My wife does it and it drives me nuckin’ futz.
I don’t like it when people refer to their children as DD or DS on parenting message boards. I find it extremely obnoxious. It took me forever to realize it meant, “dear daughter” or “dear son,” which made me hate the abbreviation even more. I love my kid, but it reminds me of the “Dear Liza” song, which I cannot stand.
It drives me nuts when my mom comes over and uses almost all of a roll of toilet paper, then when it’s almost out, but not quite, throws the rest away and gets a new one.
I don’t like it when I ask my husband to help clean and, while he does help, he gets distracted and decides to clean something that’s completely out of everyone’s line of sight (even ours). For example, he’ll say he’s going to hang up freshly-laundered shirts in the closet, go to the closet to do it, then set the shirts over the back of the couch because he thinks the closet’s too messy and needs a cleaning. Which would be all well and good if he didn’t pull everything out of the closet and set it on the floor, vacuum the closet interior, thus making the closet spic and span, but everything within a five-foot radius covered with stuff that should be in the closet. Then he’ll forget to put the clothes away anyway.
My mother has a horrible habit of saying " you know " in nearly every sentence. It could be at the beginning, middle or end, it doesn’t matter.
What makes this worse is that for the rest of the day I’m hyper-sensitive to anybody else who does it. You know?
Riding with people who must find the perfect parking spot. I personally have no problem parking in the hinterlands and walking an extra couple of hundred feet. So it drives me nuts when the driver cruises up and down the rows in the lot for five minutes looking for an open spot.
I also hate the way that my mother says ‘simply gawgeous’ about every bit of beautiful scenery that she sees. She’ll say it 100 times in a day. I wanted to leave her in Big Sur once because one more of those and I was going to belt her, or at least want to.
My boyfriend is a better cook than I, so he frequently makes dinner at my place. He uses the same towel to dry his hands, wipe up crumbs, clean that smear of sauce, mop the floor, snap my ass, and dry his hands again.
Am I the only one who likes to use the same *clean *towel to dry my hands after washing them? I don’t want to use a towel that has crud all over it, just use a different towel for messes and we’ll wash it later. Save that one towel for drying clean hands, please!
Folks who try to multitask by “holding a conversation” with you while simultaneously doing something at their computer. This results in long, drawn-out inattentive blathering while you’re standing there tapping your foot waiting for them to Finish. The. Damn. Sentence. before you die of old age. One of my bosses does this, as well as my husband. Drives me fargin’ nuts.
I guess I don’t know what the proper protocol is either, but I can’t for the life of me think of anything else they could have said. “Give this to Mom”? That sounds odd, because your mother isn’t his mom. Plus, that sounds like something you’d say when you’re closer, like in the next room, not when you live apart. And it’d sound even stranger to say, “Give this to Carol”, or whatever her name is, when she’s your mother. What did you want them to call each other?
My little irritation: lights. Seems like every time I come home, every light in the house is on. My wife (look, “my wife”!) apparently doesn’t realize that it’s legal for her to push the switch back down when she leaves the room. Something really bugs me about every room in the house being brightly lit when we’re only in one small part of it.
Same. When I finally figured it out I was like, “We know you love your kid. Stop using that stupid abbreviation”. Drove me crazy whenever I saw it but it’s SO ingrained in almost every parenting board, that to ever post anything negative about it would be suicide. So I just don’t visit those boards anymore.
