You know when you’re at a wedding, and everyone clinks on their glasses to get the newlyweds to kiss? Stop it! Horrible sound.
When a book is titled with a title and then a phrase explaining what the book is about. I don’t know why the title part annoys me, it just seems redundant when there’s an explanation as well.
I guess my driving one was more of a rant, (but morons about to the point that they are a normal situation…)
A more normal or common froth-making thing for me is the use of “home” when referring to house. A house is a building deigned to be lived in. I buy a house, and I make it a home. A home is a state of mind, not a structure. When I sell this place I’ll be selling my house to make a new home elsewhere.
Gah!
“Did you find everything you were looking for?”
I usually respond with “and more!” I am waiting for a cashier to come into the thread and mentioned how this gets their goat. :o
I hate it too!
I also hate when I’m seated in a bus, and there’s someone standing near me and holding onto the pole that connects to my seat, and they’re repeatedly tapping or grabbing onto the pole. Like if they’re listening to their MP3 player and tapping along to the beat. I can feel it in my back and it pisses me off. I know, it never actually hurts me or anything, but it still annoys me. Maybe I’m just weird. :rolleyes:
I too am driven mad by the sounds of people eating. -_- It’s kindof like snoring, except you can’t nudge them and tell them to roll over.
I am also bothered by something related to the “hypotheticals” issue raised earlier. When someone asks a question on a forum, in the form of:
“I am looking for a <book/game/movie/object/whatever>; It needs to be:
A,B,C and NOT D.”
And then the second freaking reply is something like “You should try Y! I know it’s D and not A, but it’s REALLY GOOD.”
Stab.
The one I DON’T get, from here is people getting annoyed by “It is what it is.” Maybe you don’t understand? This is basically just half the phrase. It’s really “It is what it is…” and implied, “…and you have to deal with it.”. It’s like saying “When in Rome…” you don’t expect people to get all cranky and go “YEAH YEAH I KNOW, WE’RE IN ROME!” 
I actually like the expression “it is what it is.” Maybe that should go in the “unpopular opinions” thread though.
I do that with the plastic closers from bread bags. I don’t know what happens with those frigging things - I take them off the bread bag and my Kitchen Troll eats them, is what I figure.
I’ll go even further - let me turn the password feature off altogether. I don’t give a tiny little rat’s ass if anyone else tries to access probably half of the websites I go to. As you say, I’m at home with only my husband - my husband wouldn’t bother with them, and if he did, I wouldn’t care.
I’m liking that phrase less as so many morons from the Judge Judy show use it as an excuse for their moronic behaviour. It’s not some kind of inescapable truth of human existence - it’s you being stupid and getting caught and then lying and getting caught for that, too!
I think people who complain about “it is what it is” for being a tautology are rather missing the point. Or saying “what else could it be?” The setup for using “it is what it is” is when it would be really nice if it were something else. It’s making the point that it isn’t something more favorable to your situation, and there’s no use pretending it is.
Though it is fun to respond to the phrase with
“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?” – Lewis Carroll
I hate when someone grabs my shoulders/necks and rubs them in that friendly gesture type of way. Like “Hey buddy!” If that makes sense. That has always caused intense lingering pain for me regardless of who does it, and drives me nuts.
Yell “OUCH! That hurts!” when someone does that. Yell as loudly as you feel is appropriate.
I’m a big guy, not really one that you would expect to be taken down by such things, but a friend of mine did this gesture once and it pretty much put me out of commission for maybe a half an hour or so. I don’t know why that area is so sensitive for me. He felt pretty bad. I don’t think he knows his own strength.
Oh I thought of another one. People who type condescending/idiotic things and end them with a smiley face. I see this on Facebook a lot:
“I think that ugly people should be euthanized, I mean, they are totally taking up space! :-)”
When people refer to a child’s age in months after it’s a year old. Okay, I can see saying “15 months” or whatever because there are many milestones around that age…but after 2 years? The kid is not “26 months old” - he’s 2!
Also, when people say their child is “current age” going on “next age.” eg. “She’s 9 going on 10.” Ya don’t say. I figured she’d skip the next year and turn 11 on her birthday.
This is a perfectly ordinary behavior, but it really squicks me out: people who brush their teeth and/or floss in the bathroom at work (only when I’m in there at the same time, of course).
I know, where else are they going to do it? But I somehow feel that I shouldn’t be relieving my body of waste in the same room and at the same time where people are intimately involved with their mouths.
I grew up in a house with one bathroom for four people, and it was always only one person at a time in there, with the door closed, even if the person was just washing their hands or something innocuous. I guess I’m not over that.
Roddy
Sexist remark follows:
Females can’t just get out of the car once its parked. I am (or could be) halfway into the store, theater or wherever and she (it could be the wife or daughter)is still doing something in the car. I think it may have something to do with make up or the purse or something. I really should stay behind in the car sometime to see just what the heck they are doing that takes soooo long.
George Carlin. Funny stuff.
That is the strangest thing isn’t it? I have no idea why they take so long to get out of the car but I do know they start that shit young. I had to start disciplining my 7 year old daughter over it. We would get home, I would get out, unload several bags of groceries from the back of the car and already be at or past the front door by the time she decides to even open her car door. On top of that, she expected me to wait for her and hold the front door open with heavy groceries in hand until she decided to show up. I finally just told her that she was going to have to sleep in the car the next time she did it and I almost followed through because she did it one more time. She cried and cried so I finally let her in the house but no more.
That’s a best case scenario though. When they get older, you can’t just punish them like you can a kid. I never could convince her mother to get out of the car in a timely manner whenever we got anywhere either. No reason was ever apparent. They just seem to have a hard time changing states. I think it is the same reason you never pick a checkout line with lots of women in it over one with mostly men unless you like standing in line all day witnessing to a whole string of minor complications that destroys any attempt at efficiency.
I used to date a guy who chewed cinnamon gum. I loathe the smell of cinnamon gum. I’d ask him to either not chew it around me or at the very least not in an enclosed space, like the car. Didn’t stop it.
One of the many reasons I should have known he wasn’t into me.
Reminds me of a favorite line from a favorite movie, Tombstone:
[QUOTE=Doc Holliday and Billy Clanton]
Clanton: Is that “Old Dog Trey”? Sounds like “Old Dog Trey”.
Holliday: Pardon?
Clanton: Stephen Foster. “Oh, Susannah”, “Camptown Races”. Stephen stinking Foster.
Holliday: Ah, yes. Well, this happens to be a nocturne.
Clanton: A which?
Holiday: You know, Frederic fucking Chopin.
[/QUOTE]
So many of this, incidentally, I’m right there with. Open-mouthed eaters. Gum in all of its disgusting forms. Slow-walking people. Tourists who like to take pictures of themselves standing at completely random places. (Actually, they don’t annoy as often as they simply baffle. Like, really… you needed a picture of yourself in front of a completely non-descript bodega?) It’s a wonder I haven’t blown up in some dramatic way yet.