I’ve no problem using a bag if I’ve got more items than I can easily carry to my car. I’m talking about getting a bag for one single item.
My mother is dead and I’m unemployed, so I have no coworkers.
Life is good.
Shoes left in the middle of the floor. Pisses me off and has since I was a kid. Many years ago, when my brother and I were teens, I found his Nike basketball shoes in the middle of the living room floor and I woke him out of a sound sleep by clouting him across the head with them.
This is very confusing. 
Most decent combination locks should let you change the combination to anything you want. Just saying…
I’ve started calling this the “Rumsfeld.”
Do I remember anyone doing this before him? No I do not.
Drives me up a friggin tree. Mumble Mumble.
Alright, I know I mentioned it earlier on but I have to add it again but this is just driving me up the wall lately. Another forum I’m on (web dev) this same person keeps on coming back for assistance and looking back on his threads he has never said thank you one time. I’ve helped him a few times also, and never once has this guy said thanks, or shown any appreciation such as “cool” “nice” a 
or anything… No acknowledgment whatsoever It’s almost as if he just expects people to do the coding for him. I’m kinda glad people are starting to realize this guy is a total freeloader.
To you freeloaders, please, for the love of… something, at least show some sort of acknowledgment when people give you free shit and spend time on you. It’s not asking much. Thanks…
This annoyed me at 13, too.
Now that I’m over 40 and divorced, I don’t know what else to say. His first name seems to harsh on the kid, what I really think of him is…er…unacceptable, as is what I call him in moments that the kid can’t hear me. So I end up saying, “Your father called, you need to call him back.” Though I do use ‘your dad’ from time to time.
It’s better than “call that lazy ass who doesn’t bother to pay your child support.”
For me, it’s eating in a quiet room. Gah! Make no noise at all, please. Yes, I know the person is chewing with their mouth closed and all that but if I can hear eating AT ALL - especially loud, crunchy stuff - GAH! UGH! STOP IT!
sniffing. constant sniffing - get a tissue & blow your freakin nose, please!. It’s like fingernails on a chalkboard to me. And people that make that gurgling noise in the depths of their throat - ewwwwww!
It bugs me unduly when news stories refer to a four-year-old as a toddler. Toddlers are quite literally children so very young that they’re still unsteady on their feet. Calling a developmentally typical three-year-old a toddler is really pushing it, because anyone who has ever had kids that age or taken care of them knows they can run, but someone age four?! How about using the word preschooler? (or the compound “preschool-aged” if they don’t actually attend preschool) That describes 3 to young 5-year-olds nicely.
You cannot ‘borrow’ something to someone, it’s ‘lend’ LEND LEND!!!
It’s a joke, son.
My first encounter with this was a woman referring to her “DH.” I assumed she was a ballplayer with a special relationship with the designated hitter. For a while, I thought DH was “divorced husband.” Now, just to make it more tolerable, I tend to read it as “damn husband” or “dumb husband.”
I wouldn’t mind this one if it used a phrase that people actually use in conversation. I have never heard someone say, I have to pick up my dear son from school this afternoon. Gah!
Mom and Dad were always “Mom” and “Dad”. I guess they could have said, “Call your Dad” rather than “Call your Father”. It really just struck a nerve and I can’t pinpoint why. It was as if they were never ever a part of each other lives after the divorce. I guess I could compare it to one of them saying “to give this to your teacher.” As the OP queried, it is minor and it just irked me. Yes it was trivial.
People who get off the escalator and then stop there to either look around, or talk to someone…completely forgetting that the other people coming up the escalator have nowhere else to go! The last time this happened, I deliberately bumped into the person who just stopped dead at the top when I was two steps behind them. I apologized, but also said…“don’t just stop like that!” I understand if you are unfamiliar with where to go next, but just keep moving a few more steps!
Not far from here is a second-hand clothing store called A Vintage Affair–that’s fair enough. Seems like a decent name for what it is.
My only beef is that the signage reads, “A Vintage Affair…?”
For some reason the addition of the ellipsis and question mark increase the lameness quotient several millionfold.
You’ve just made an irritating acronym bearable. I tip my hat to you.
I prefer Doodie Head.
I must admit, I’m like this quite often. I’m trying to get better, though.
In my defense, my wife’s MS causes her to misspeak pretty often. But not 100% as I once thought!
Waiters and waitresses who come over to ask “Are you still working on that?”
WORKING on it? It’s a meal, not a TPS report! Aaargh!