People who eat stinky food (tuna, hard boiled eggs) in the staff room. Am I rude if I sit there with a lavender soaked handkerchief in front of my face? Because that’s what I feel like doing.
It’s two thousand and thirteen. There’s been eleventy squillion threads on the subject and I don’t think we’ve reached a consensus yet.
Also, “Nineteen-[Number]” isn’t a number either but it’s how we referred to all the dates in the 20th Century.
I’m in the living room, watching TV, sort of dozing off, late at night. Husband comes down and makes a snack in the kitchen (separated from living room by a partial wall). I can hear him. He pours Doritos into a bowl. Tinkle tinkle tinkle. CRUNCH munch munch munch munch. Repeat till bowl is empty, and then pour in more, tinkle tinkle tinkle. CRUNCH munch munch munch munch. Repeat till bowl is empty, and pour in more…it drives me insane. He’s getting to the point of obese, but he will eat a bag of Doritos at every meal, and the noise is infuriating. It takes 10-15 minutes till he’s done. I truly really want to go in there and kill him.
Oh, and one more thing: if there’s something to be heated, it has to be piping hot. PIPING. HOT. F’ing piping hot. He’ll put a plate of something in the microwave, push buttons (beep beep beep boop beep) and let 'er rip. Whatever is in there will whir around for what seems like an hour, till ‘beeeeeeeeeep’. Sometimes it’s not hot ENOUGH and back it goes in for another seems-like-an-hour. :mad::mad::mad:
That annoys me too. The other day, I was sitting next to my boss at lunchtime and she was eating beets or pickled beets or some sort of purple things, and boy did they reek! Luckily, the guy sitting opposite me at the table soon reheated some pasta in the microwave, and that smell covered up the stench.
Other everyday ordinary things that bother me:
–Cell phone conversations on the bus, especially long conversations.
–People using the name of a restaurant to mean food from the restaurant. Like “I had Burger King for lunch” or “I had McDonald’s for dinner.” No, you didn’t have McDonald’s for dinner. You had food from McDonald’s for dinner. You did not eat the restaurant itself.
Waiting to pull out onto the main road from my street. My street intersects with the busier street in the middle of an S curve. Just when you think you will get a break to pull out, a stream of cars comes around the curve from the other direction. At times this can go on for quite a while.
Cashiers that hand me the bills first and throw the change on top.
:mad:
You forgot the receipt placed in the middle of said change and dollar bills. Gah!
If I had my way, chewing gum would be illegal because too many people don’t know how to chew it politely.
Stair stompers. Ironically, children seem to be the worst offenders, which doesn’t make sense to me as they have less body mass and in turn should make less noise.
Loud typers.
People who have humorous or the latest hit single as the ring tone on their phone.
X 1000. :mad::mad::mad:
I move my hand & make them wait until I get the bills put away.
Coins first & move hand quickly to dump coins in a pocket some where and then take the bills & leave so the next person can step up.
Here’s one specifically for the Dope:
The OP writes a hypothetical with very clear and defined lines. Yet, there’s always going to be a handful of posters that simply can not follow the rules and simply MUST offer their input that clearly steps outside the purview of the hypothetical.
People touching my computer screen. Several of my colleagues seem unable to indicate the position of anything without actually jabbing their greasy trotter on it repeatedly.
They always apologise quite sincerely when I tell them - through gritted teeth - to stop. Then only moments later, the very next time they need to draw my attention to something that I can already see very clearly, their sweaty paw is poking the screen again!
You would not BELIEVE how many goddamned library patrons do not know the fucking difference between a photocopier and a printer. EVERY DAY. “Uh, I need to make a copy.” “Okay, the copier is right back here by these windows!” “Uh, no, from my email.”
“Uh, I need to print something.” “Okay, are you already on a computer? Did you send something to the printer already or do you need help with that?” "No…’ <shakes paycheck and receipts at me>
WHAT? WHY?
So…I’m at the grocery checkout and the cashier is finishing up with the person ahead of me. I start piling the stuff from my cart onto the checkout belt. The checker finishes with the other person and instead of just starting to scan my stuff they ask for my store card. I reply “Yes; I have one” as I continue emptying my cart onto the belt while they stand waiting. I know for sure that at this store they can scan my card at anytime during the transaction. But no…they want to scan my card before they do anything. It’s probably just them sticking to the routine so they don’t forget to scan my card and I don’t fault them for it but at the same time, it annoys the hell out of me.
Yes, yes, yes! People standing at a distance and or angle that makes it unclear if they are actually even in line but when you step ahead of them they act like you are the jerk for trying to cut in.
Of course it’s* possible* to say “Excuse me, are you in line?” but damn, I shouldn’t have to! Standing in a line is not that hard.
People who scrape metal forks against their teeth. You do not have a beak. You have a mouth. You are possessed of extremely flexible lips and a prehensile tongue. I should not have to repress a wince every time you put something in your mouth.
I’ve been agreeing with everyone until this post, good gawd I’m so a misanthrope. This just makes me nuts. When I’m at their screen, I always make a point of asking them for a pencil or pointer so I don’t mess up their screen when I’m pointing at stuff so I won’t touch their screen. The never seem to give me the same consideration, even after I’ve washed their smudge marks off my screen IN FRONT OF THEM!!!.
RAGE!!!
I pit employers who require that their cashiers do this even when patrons don’t want this.
For that matter, I pit retail employers who dictate dumb shit for their employees or cashiers to do, even if it pisses off their customers.
A short list:
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Don’t call me a “guest”. I am not your guest, I am your customer. Mama would be horrified at the notion you ask a guest to pay for anything, yet you want me to spend my money here - I am a customer, there is nothing shameful in it.
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Don’t force your cashiers to be a speaking commercial. Kudos to the Walgreen’s cashier who, when I said “I’m in a hurry, please skip the commercial this time” actually did so. I hope she didn’t get in trouble for it.
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One item person plastic bag. I am not enfeebled, I want you to load those bags up.
I hate when I’m driving and on the radio there’s a song or ad playing that has honking or emergency vehicle sirens in them. I get startled and look around for the source of the sound, before I eventually realize it’s just the radio.
I’m generally not a road-ragey person - I’m pretty calm in a traffic jam and don’t let bad drivers piss me off too much. But the ones I really hate are people who slow down unnecessarily when driving because they’re thinking about maybe turning in a few blocks, or maybe a kilometer or two down the road. Attention morons: it is entirely possible to maintain your speed until you get much closer to where you need to turn. Any earlier than that, and I am fantasizing about taking out your car with a rocket launcher.
I’d go one step further and say that it’s rude to leave just one icecube. Personally, I usually use about 2 or 3 in my glass. So when I find that someone only left one cube in the tray (or worse, a partial cube that’s broken and stuck in the tray), then I get very irritated. I recently got a silicone ice cube tray (similar to this one) that makes huge cubes - it’s great because one big cube seems like it melts slower than a few small ones, and it keeps the drink cold a long time.
When I visit my parents house I like that they usually have a glass pitcher of chilled water in the fridge. They filter their tap water in a Brita pitcher on the countertop, and then use that to refill the kettle, coffeemaker, and glass pitcher in the fridge. But it seems like 80% of the time when I’m at their house and I go to get a drink of cold water from the fridge, the last person who used it only left maybe 1-2cm of water in the bottom (so maybe 1/4 cup of water). Very annoying.
Yeah, but McDonald’s isn’t really food; it’s McDonald’s.
Okay, agreed. “McDonald’s food” is an oxymoron.
I do not like it when people use mmmkay. I want you to look in the mirror when you say that, in the sarcastic way it’s always used. Not pretty! Right? Oof, such an ugly face.
I know it’s ridiculous, but I just hate it. I would make it a crime to use the word!