Yeah, come to think of it, you did – back in Post #2. 
I have read all the posts, but not all. I have a terrible habit of picking up others annoyances. Like, the small fork thing, the eating with your mouth closed, etc. Now I have something new to get unrationally angry over.
What really, really gets my goat: Traffic is at a standstill, and someone beeps! WTF It drives me completely insane. Also, when you let somebody merge, or cut in front of you in traffic, then they go 2 miles an hour!!! “I will kill you” I yell out loud in the car (of course with the windows up - so no one can hear me).
The worst - if you think I am taking to long at a stop sign, or taking to long taking a turn (both in heavily residential areas) and beep at me. Did you really just do that? Do you not know there are children in this area? Well now you will know, because now I am not moving at all!!! Go ahead, get out of your car yelling at me, then and only then, will I move, ignorant fool.
Also, why oh why does every single person on planet earth who drives feel the need to change the station every two minutes. My husband does this constantly, always clicking the damn channel changer. He always seems to stop when there is a commercial on. WHY - leave the damn friggin radio alone, it does not have to be changed every other minute to a different station. I have come to tolerate this behaviour from him, and only him, because for some reason it seems to calm him, and he actually seems more focused on driving.
I get irrationally angry when I drop or spill things. Little things, ok, but if it makes a huge mess that’s it. As an example: I knocked my coffee cup on the side of the stove, and coffee went everywhere. On the top of stove, down the side of the stove, on the trash can, the floor, the countertop, down the front of the cabinet - I shouted curse words 'til I ran out of breath and then started cleaning it up while I shook with rage. Rationally, I know accidents happen. But DAMN!! :mad:
I also want to kill people that have to hit me every time I say anything funny, but I think that’s normal. :rolleyes:
Noise. That is, people who are noisier than they have to be. I have mentioned before a woman at work who is just Loud. She stomps across the floor, she calls across the office (in her none-too-melodious voice) when she needs to speak to someone, she slams doors and desk drawers, she slams the phone down… she’s not angry, she’s just LOUD and has no idea how LOUD she is.
What the hell is WRONG with you, Loud Lady? 
:mad:
I am guilty of being a picky eater. I often decline dinner invitations because of this issue. If you serve me raw tomato and except me to eat it, then get ready to watch me puke. Trust me- picky eaters wish we were normal. I’ve tried food HUNDREDS of times, only to continue gagging it back up. It’s embarrassing.
My nit-pick. Double standards people. My sister will talk crap on someone’s decision, only to turn around and make the same decision. We have a mutual friend that is dating someone with children. My sister bashed her, behind her back, for giving up her freedom and having to be a “stand in mother”. She now dates a man with three kids. I often bring up her ignorant comments and she shrugs her shoulders and ignores it. Makes me want to punch her!
This, especially when if they would just move up a bit I’d be able to squeeze into the left or right turn lane. Thanks assholes, now I get to sit here for another light cycle.
Hmm…
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[li]People stopping in the aisle in a grocery and being so totally absorbed at what they are looking at that they ignore that they are blocking the aisleway - It’s not your store,people.[/li][li]People who use the phrase “I’ve never heard of that” as if it actually has some meaning - There are countless things of which you have no knowledge. What is the significance of this being added to it?[/li][li]People getting upset when you tell them that you don’t go to church - If you want to go, fine. If I don’t want to go, that should be fine as well. We are all supposed to have “free will”, right? I’m exercising mine. Get over it.[/li][li]Arriving simultaneously as another person, something unexpected occurring and them asking YOU “What’s going on?” - How the hell do I know? I just got here with you.[/li][li]People not acknowledging their own hypocrisy - People who become irate when they perceive hypocrisy in the words and actions of others, yet who become complacent or annoyed when they are confronted with their own hypocrisy. Always an irritant to me, no matter how many times that I experience it.[/li][/ol]
I’m on the bus or the subway or, well, freaking anywhere, and someone within earshot takes out an electronic device (cellphone, gameboy, wristwatch, iPad, whatever) and does things with it that generate that tinny dinkle dinkle electronic-device “music”. Ringtones or fucking game sound effects or cues up a music video and plays it out through the shitty speakers or whatever.
If I die young it will be because I finally went over the edge and grabbed one of these damn deedle-dinkle tinkle soundmakers and tossed it out the window, and the lethally violent gang member who owned it found it necessary to retaliate.
When I’m browsing through SDMB fora (well-known Web-wide for its collection of particularly educated and pedantic people – and its grammar- and spelling- enforcers) and a contributor can’t seem to be bothered to correct a typographical error in a simple four-letter word…
–G!
Girl, before I met you
I was F-I-N-E Great!
[Ah, wait a minute…]
…–J R
…Alternate lyrics to Aerosmith’s What it Takes
If they had to move into the passing lane to get around you then you were stopped in and blocking a lane and not off to the side.
So you not only threatened this man’s lively hood but also his life by having him walk around in 45 MPH traffic. You’re lucky he didn’t get hit and you ended up in jail.
Also that cop needs retraining for letting you continue to block traffic and put peoples lives in danger.
Wow–great story. My completely normal situation was kinda like yours, but my pet peeve isn’t people who litter, for me, I hate mean people.
This one time? I once saw this one motorcycle-gang harrassing two little 5 year old girls who just happened to be playing in a playground that just happened to be near this one liquor store. And the motorcycle gang was drunk. And then they had the girls tied to that merry-go-round thing that you manually spin and had hooked it up to one of their motorcycles so that when they revved the engine, it would spin the thing real super-fast. And the girls were like totally crying.
So I said “That’s enough. You’re done.” and took the first one out with a leg-shattering blow from my kung-fu foot. Two others I knocked out by firing mercy bullets from my VO Falcon Sporting Rifle that I just happened to have with me. The final one I took down with a steely-eyed stare and he just collapsed. I tied them all up to the merry go round thing (I had to use the little girl’s jump ropes to have enough rope) and revved the bike until they spun so fast that they all barfed. Then I lectured them about truth, justice and the American way…and that it’s wrong…WRONG to torture little girls. I know it’s a controversial stance, but dammit, it’s something I believe in.
The neighborhood watch showed up and super-cheered me, a cop laughed happily when he saw what happened and said “Dude, I want to be just like you.” Then a Secret Service agent who saw the crowd came over and wanted to know what was going on. When I told him, he offered me a job as the President’s personal bodyguard, but I was far too humble to take it. I took a big-brotherly hug from each of the little girls and the cop said “Take one of their bikes as a reward. You are a true American hero and you deserve one. I will take these terrorists to a maximum security jail where they will be tried…once their heads stop spinning! Haahahahaha!”
I looked over the 4 bikes and took the Ecosse Titanium Series FE TI XX that one of them just happened to have and I drove off into the sunset.
It’s a thing, yo.
We’ve arrived at our destination. And you just sit there in the car. And sit there.
Why did we drive here unless we wanted to be here? And now that we’re here, aren’t we ready to do the things we were going to do when we got here?
So why are you sitting in the car like a zombie?
That is one of mine as well. I hate to say it but it is a woman thing…no a female thing because my daughters do it too and they have since they were very young. They come by it honestly because their mother has the strange reluctance to get out of vehicles once you arrive somewhere as well.
I played along a few times and just sat there right with them to see how long it would take for them to open the door. Once it was a few minutes and the others I just gave up and told them to get out because we aren’t getting any closer. There is no rationale explanation for it as far as I can tell.
I did find a solution for it though at least with my daughters. I tell start telling them before we park somewhere what the steps of getting out of a car and walking somewhere involve in ridiculous detail like a flight attendant on a plane full of retards (‘After the car is fully stopped, you are going to need reach over and pull the handle next to you. The door will open if you push it…’). I have no idea why that is necessary and they have never been able to explain it to me either.
Preach it – that one makes me crazy, too.
Mine is other computer professionals that pronounce the plural of “process” as "process-ease. Is there any other word in the English language that rhymes with the last syllable of “process” that pluralizes that way? Recess, recess-ease. Abscess, abscess-ease. Priestess, priestess-ease. Would they say, “One process process-ease this data quickly, but two process-ease process the same data in half the time.”
And, yes, I know that the dictionary gives “process-ease” as a legitimate pronunciation, but whenever I hear it, I want to shout, “What the hell is a process-ee?”
That makes me even crazier than people who can’t figure out the difference between “then” and “than”. They should go to the liberry, and while their they’re, they should look in there dictionary. They can reckonize it by it’s huge sighs.
My pots make a very loud clang when I put one inside the other - I swear I’m going to get hearing damage from them! And yes, I should be able to put them in softer so they don’t clang - I really should, and yet it doesn’t seem to happen.
QFT. I didn’t make a choice not to like certain foods. If it were I choice I’d just choose to love everything. Wouldn’t that make life easier? Sometimes I’ll be watching the Food Network and think wistfully to myself “Damn, that looks good. I wish I could eat that.”
Mine is getting lost. If I’m driving and I make a wrong turn or get turned around, I get profanity-yelling, steering-wheel-smashingly furious. I just lose my shit completely. No idea why.