I’d rather she do it when I’m not around. It’s like just some nervous thing she does. She’ll be watching tv or we’ll be in the car driving somewhere and she just PICKS at the hairs on her chin.
I’ve been taught since I was little that this was polite after being called on, in fact, my first grade teacher wouldn’t answer a question unless we asked permission first.* Hell, in Japanese one of the first phrases we learned was sumimasen, shitshumonga arundesukedo - excuse me, I have a question (though equating something in a classroom with different cultural expectancies isn’t usually prudent I think it helps illustrate a little bit here).
*I really hate to be “that guy” who has the opposite experiences from what people observe, I know it annoys a lot of people, but oh well.
When people say “absolutely” or “exactly” in response to everything.
When people talk to me when we’re taking care of business in a public restroom.
I knew someone that used “You Betcha!” quite a few times a day.
Oh man, I HATE that. When I was a young buck back in Texas that just wasn’t done. A few years ago I was in a bathroom of a bar in Charleston, SC taking a whiz. It was one of those kind with a small wooden partition in between each urinal so all you could see of the next whizzer was just from mid-thigh down. This drunken goober keeps trying to chat me up.
“Howdy…”
“How’s it going?”
“…the band is great tonight, eh?”
“It’s kinda rude to ignore someone when they’re talking to ya…”
Finally, after attempts to just ignore the guy had obviously failed, I growled, “Ya’ know back where I’m from, if a fella starts tryin’ to talk to another fella in a public restroom it’s assumed that the first fella is looking for a dick to suck!”
After a few seconds, the guy says, “So, what’s your name?”
Don’t you people understand the definition of “minor”? I got yer minor, right here:
I hate it when people cut snowflakes out of folded paper and make them four- or eight-sided. Snowflakes are hexagons. It’s easy to fold the paper so you get six-sided snowflakes, as nature designed them to be.
Gonna list some more that I am reminded of by reading these…
I hate it when people think EVERYTHING is political, and they have to somehow infer their political nature.
Someone: Hey can you grab that for me
Me: You betcha
Someone: Oh God don’t start quoting “her”
Me: Who?
Someone: Ugh, that insufferable Sarah Palin
Me: Uh yeah, I have been saying that my whole life
I am a guy, and I HATE it when the toilet seat is up. I don’t care if there are women in the house or not (neither my roommate nor I is female or have sig others) put the damn seat down, it just looks better!!!
Did she also overuse “maverick?”
Samir: No one in this country can ever pronounce my name right. It’s not that hard: Samir Na-gheen-an-a-jar. Nagheenanajar.
Michael Bolton: Yeah, well at least your name isn’t Michael Bolton.
Samir: You know there’s nothing wrong with that name.
Michael Bolton: There was nothing wrong with it… until I was about 12 years old and that no-talent ass clown became famous and started winning Grammys.
Samir: Hmm… well why don’t you just go by Mike instead of Michael?
Michael Bolton: No way. Why should I change? He’s the one who sucks.
We have a salesman who is fixated on always being the loudest one in the office. While other people tap stacks of paper to get them lined up evenly, he takes his stack and WHAM WHAM WHAMs them against the table to let everyone know how busy he is. He will also walk around snapping his fingers loudly enough to be heard everywhere.
Of course, the really annoying part is that he’s still not the loudest person here.
That’s the Japanese work ethic for you.
Jesus is coming, so look busy!
My mother-in-law refers to ‘the late Mr Lastname’ - even to his children. Not ‘Dad’ or ‘Bill’ or ‘your father’. Weird woman.
I used to work with a woman who, before getting married, talked all the time about Mick. It was obvious who he was. After the wedding, he suddenly turned into ‘my husband’.
They called each other ‘your mother’ and ‘your father’ because saying “Tell that sexless bitch that spawned you parent teacher conference is coming up soon” is too traumatizing for children.
What’s wrong with that?
It’s perfectly fine to say dontcha know!
This. Definitely this.
This one pisses me off too!
Especially the people that park their carts on one side of the aisle, than stand next to it and stare at items on the other side. The take up the whole aisle.
The last time I was grocery shopping at Sprawlmart (and I do mean last - i can’t stand that place) a lady was doing just that. I stood there and waited. I cleared my throat - she stared intently at the beans. I coughed a little louder - she still stood there scanning. I grabbed her cart and pushed it forward so I could get by. She gave me a pissy, “Well! you coulda asked!”
Listen miss “center of the universe”. There are other people in this store. Pay A fucking tention!
I have the opposite problem. My SO is so opposed to these people that he won’t even look once for a good parking spot. No matter how snowy cold or rainy it is he just automatically goes to the furthest spot. Can I walk? Sure. But there’s about 10spots close to the door and it’s raining and we have to walk all this way and would it have killed you just to drive by once and see if there were any spots?
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[li]Please don’t give me a bag when I buy one small item. I don’t need a carrying case for my new stick of deodorant, thank you very much. What’s worse is when I decline the bag, asking them to save it for the next person, they oftentimes throw the bag away. It’s not been used and is not tainted. This is why our environment is shit, ferchrissakes.[/li]
[li]Please, please for the love of God, stop making popcorn in the office. Even if you don’t burn it (which invariably someone always does), the icky smell of cooked artificial butter pervades the office and makes me want to wretch. I don’t know why office workers always have popcorn as their first choice of snack, but there has got to be a different snack you can choose that doesn’t smell like a dead pig’s ass.[/li][/ol]
It’s the opposite in all but the chain grocery stores here. If you ask for a bag in a natural foods store they act like it’s a crisis that you don’t have a dozen canvas bags with you at all times. If I can fit it in my purse I always do but if I have 15 items I don’t think it’s a crime against nature to ask for a bag.
I love pocpcorn - and I won’t make it in the office for exactly this reason. Honestly, I think any strong-smelling food in the office is pretty rude. I knew a girl who used to bring this horrid fish fry in on Fridays, every Friday. Yuck - it smelled awful and stank up the whole office.