Cars waiting at a green light to make the right turn (or left turn where one-way streets allow it) who HONK! because “I’ve got the green but we’re not turning!” Nope, that’s too many long words for these morons; they’re actually thinking or yelling “Green! Og Go! Green!”
The lead car isn’t turning, you damned pinhead, because PEDESTRIANS ARE CROSSING WITH THE GREEN/WALK LIGHT! :smack: It seems to me that the honkin’ honker is urging the lead car to run over the pedestrians! :eek::rolleyes: For that sentiment, if I can tell which car is honking, they get a one-fingered salute from me.
In the same vein, at a rail crossing with a parallel main street just beyond,* unless there’s enough space on the far side of the crossing to be clear of the tracks, I’m stopping for a red traffic light just short of the near side of the crossing gates. About half the time, some gibbering idiot behind me HONKS!! because his pea-brain sees an unoccupied space in traffic but doesn’t register why it’s unoccupied. :smack: “GO! Close up!” No, you stand out on the three-track rail line during rush-hour! Be my guest. I’ll stay back here, safe.
*For Chicago-area Dopers: Northwest Highway and the UP-Northwest rail line, or to a lesser degree Lehigh Avenue and Waukegan Road for the Milwaukee-North line. I’m sure there’s other examples throughout the [del]Metra[/del] metro area.
I get irrationally jealous of people who’s parents have a college fund for them or pay for their wedding. If you’re mature enough to go to post-secondary education or get married you’re mature enough to pay your own way.
I’m not enraged by this, but probably more annoyed than I should be.
People at work who “reply all” unnecessarily.
I wouldn’t care if they were communicating something halfway consequential. (And my bar for what constitutes consequential is actually quite low.) But no, that apparently is too much to ask. An email goes out to dang near half the agency, and inevitably, some fool from my division will reply all with a sentence that is borderline incomplete and non sequiterish, much like the random gibberish a drunk person sputters while dreaming.
“I’ll be here until 1430.” Really, dude? So because you didn’t get enough attention as a child–or because you lack the sophistication to realize different audiences need different kinds of information and that the information you’re providing is of zero value to 99% of the people you’ve decided to share it with–you have to interrupt the attention of 550+ individuals with drivel that could have been very reserved for the sender and maybe one or two other pair of eyeballs? Why should the janitor at the Des Moines office care where your ass will be or not be at 2:30p? Yeah, I said 2:30. Not 1430. We are not on a military base, goddamit. When in Rome, do as the motherfucking Romans do and express time like the rest of us do.
I think that’s it - the door, the window, and the intake to the air conditioner, which you always have to have on because the average motel room is about 150 degrees.
But on the other hand, the car behind the car that isn’t going on the advance green because the driver is too busy texting has the responsibility to honk and wake that melonfarmer up!
People who are oblivious to their surroundings. Grocery store especially. Stopping and just kinda browsing when there is a log-jam of people trying to get past you or that need something that you are standing directly in front of. I’m afraid I’ll have a stroke one day in the store.
I’ve had that happen with me where I live: there would be ads in my area for Wedding Festivals (capitalized because that’s how they’re styled and that’s how the sign read) for a certain time (I think it could have been in the April-June range, maybe July, IINM) of a given year, yet by the time I saw them, the signs were still there, although the events were long since done. Hello! You do not leave signs for an event up long after the events are over.
I also really hate talking on the phone. In general, and not just at work. I think it’s because pauses in a phone conversation tend to be awkward, and I’m not always sure what to say.
Interesting. I think (because my parents did) that if they can, it’s the parents’ job to set their child up to make a living and a college degree was necessary for that.
I agree with you on parents paying for the wedding. It seems very odd to me, since it’s an optional decision you’re making and it’s up to you to pay for the party.
But now I’m thinking, what about the cases where marrying your child off is setting them up for making a living, if they plan to count on support from the spouse to live on?
-My first name is Richard, and I dispise being called “Richie”. If someone refers to me in that manner, I’ll politely tell them to please refrain and to call me “Rich”. Sometimes, though, that person will think it’s so-ho-ho funny to keep calling me “Richie”… makes me want to dig out their spleen with a rusty spoon.
-Those customers with more than X number of items in the “X items or fewer” line.
So, what’s acceptable? only TWO more than the maximum? three? five?
-Those people to whom the phrase “well, PROVE IT!” is the way that they end an argument in their favor.
Littering is a good one - I have a very hard time understanding the complete lack of any redeeming qualities that allows someone to just roll down their car window and drop their McDonald’s garbage out of their car window.
Here’s one: this weekend I bought a bag of Macintosh apples. I picked them up from the Macintosh apple island at the grocery store. I just decided to get my lunch ready for tomorrow, and apparently I bought a bag of Red Delicious apples, from the Macintosh island.
Now, I’ll eat the damned Delicious apples, but really prefer the tartness of Macintosh.
This happens occasionally when I grab something like a box of spaghetti, from the spaghetti shelf, only to find out it’s spaghettini. Or, chocolate milk for my daughter only to find out it’s reduced-sugar chocolate milk. Or, sour cream only to find out it’s “light” sour cream. Hey, I check as much as possible, but I hate when I end up at home with the wrong product. I figure it’s sometimes the shelf-stocker making a mistake, and probably dipshit customers putting things back in the wrong place. (Maybe with a twist of me actually making a mistake.)
For me, it’s the panic response when someone asks me something and I haven’t had time to prepare. My mind goes blank or I remember something wrong, or don’t think through what they’re asking. I usually take the info and say I will get right back to them, giving me time to review and compose myself!
People who throw cigarette butts out their car windows or just leave them on the ground. I know I posted this story before but I can’t find it so I’ll bore you all by repeating myself.
I’m the cigarette butt Nazi. I was a smoker until Bill had his heart surgery, so I hung out with smokers. I would lecture them so often about littering and how the filters didn’t biodegrade and that critters and birds would eat them and die slowly. I am so good that when I went out to smoke, Hells Angels would start picking up their butts.
So, one day, I was riding my motorcycle to work when the UPS truck driver that I was slowly overtaking tossed a cig butt out of his truck. In Arizona. In the middle of fire season. The butt bounced harmlessly off my windshield, but I was seriously outraged. I pulled up next to him, honked my horn and made him pull over.
I bitched him out about the litter, animals, environment, etc. and then told him that if he spent the next 15 minutes picking butts up, I wouldn’t call his boss and make a complaint. He started picking the butts up and I set the time on my phone.
About 8 minutes in, a cop pulled up behind us…we were blocking traffic during rush hour after all…and asked what was going on. I told the cop what had happened and that the UPS guy still had time left. The cop told me that I was awesome and we both stood there and watched the UPS guy until my phone said the time was up.
I don’t remember saying “Gwen” and I definitely did not ever ever say “Gwennie”.