Drivers who don’t use their signals. Hey guys, I’m not a mindreader, and yes there are times when I really need to know what you’re doing. Especially when I’m behind you on a side street, and you suddenly slow down for no apparent reason. Do you have a medical emergency? Are you looking for an address? Are you turning into a driveway . . . left? . . . right? I’m afraid to pass you, because you might start turning, right into me. So what do you suggest I do, mofo?
That would be impossible. That sculpture has the subject sitting on an object, not on the floor. To strike that pose in a supermarket, you’d have to sit on something, like the refrigerator case where the egg display is.
Now THAT would be irredeemably degenerate!
You can add me to the turn signal rant. Not only do the people behind you need to know, but everyone does. People facing you, people behind you, pedestrians.
I even think you should have to put on your turn signal when you are in a clearly-designated turn lane. That way I know you meant to be in there and didn’t just wander over like the numbskull you are.
I should let you know that you just disrupted an entire row of product management worker bees. I can’t stop giggling now. Thanks!
Heh-heh…one of my co-workers in India says whatever crosses his mind. One day he told me he had that vomit feeling. One day he told me he had diarrhea all night, and yesterday he told our boss, upon seeing her photo, that she’s FAT!
As a child, young acsenray never quite got the idea behind coloring books.
overlyverbose, may I join you in your giggle?
Yeah. Who did that Fermat guy think he was, anyway?
Please do.
People who allow their animals to crap in other people’s yards, or in public areas. I don’t have a dog, and my cats never go outside. There should be no reason for me to have to clean up dogshit in my yard, or step in it if I didn’t notice it in time. Yet I do. If I ever catch the little shitsack in my back yard, he is mine. Then Asshole Neighbor can pay Animal Control to get him back.
Just thinkin’, looking at my list, trying to remember what I didn’t put on it, did I do the dishes? Is that package due today? Why does that song always come on when I’m at the grocery store?
In most cases (exluding rare books, 1st editions, etc.) I wouldn’t consider the book itself art. The author’s ideas are art. If I were the author/artist, I’d be flattered, not insulted, if my work inspired someone enough to jot down their thoughts. Of course this excludes library books.
Most of mine have been covered, but here are two that I haven’t seen (though I may have missed 'em):
Tossing a lit cigarette out of your car window
Licking and sucking your fingers while eating amongst polite company. I understand that ribs are messy, but that’s what napkins are for! And don’t even get me started on the people who order something that comes with a little tub of dipping sauce (like chicken fingers with honey mustard, or mozzarella sticks with marinara), finish the actual food, then swipe the remaining dipping sauce out of the tub with their fingers and schlurp it up.
There are no words.
Nor is most of this other shit people are kvetching about (like public spitting) but that doesn’t make it any less disgusting.
Hmph. Some of us like to get to bed at a reasonable hour.
Unless you just got off the night shift and consider going to bed at noon a “reasonable hour”, I stand by my statement (biased as they may be). I just don’t see anything redeeming at all about drinking for more than six hours at a stretch.
Personally I think its strange to be bothered by people drinking in the car. I have a serious ass diet coke habit though so I’m bias. I also don’t drive so it doesn’t really come up.
Whenever I see women laying into their children in public I just think “god damn that’s ghetto” (no race implied there) I would also be bothered by a woman not correcting her brat but there is a difference in repeatedly whipping or spanking a child and firmly but quickly leading a child to a more private location.
I think all tattoos on women are trashy. That’s just how I was brainwashed.
OH! And I cannot catch a break on the smoking issue. So I generally stub a cigarette out on ground with my foot (where else to do it? on the side of a building where it leaves a mark?) and then pick up the butt and throw it away. The other day I had a man stop and scold me for this saying “you really shouldn’t do that, it could start a trash fire”
I wish I could have put it out on his face!
It’s Vinyl Turnip. I *never *know which statements of his to believe. Not in a bad way, but if he told me the sky was blue I’d probably stick my head out the window to check.
Another thing! We have a guy who writes and makes comments on the newspaper in the breakroom. I think it’s rude but I’m not bothered by it because it’s usually pretty hilarious. Pictures of politicians with “WHO CARES?!” scratched over them and curse words in spanish written by sports page tragedies. He also draws this mouse face all over EVERYTHING. It’s the face of a mouse but it’s distorted greatly longways so it looks like the scary mask from the movie Scream. He actually took the clock off the wall, pried the glass off the front and drew the mouse face on the white clock face and replaced the glass.
Drinking really early in the morning is pretty gross but there are some exceptions. Mardi Gras for one, some of those parades start at 8 am. Then there is also Bay to Breakers for San Franciscans and several sporting events that begin before noon. Living on the west coast and watching games that are on the east coast means you are starting to drink pretty early. Steeple Chase in Nashville is another one of my yearly all day drink-a-thons.
And this attitude is why I hate leaving my apartment.
I feel as though I’m screwed either way - if I stay in, I don’t get exercise, and so I won’t exactly be doing anything about my obesity. If I go out, especially if I’m exercising, I get random assholes telling me I’m fat and should get out of sight.
Which seems to me to be pretty degenerate.
I also second what Anaamika said about loud, obnoxious drunks.
Watching television at breakfast time is irredeemably degenerate: you sated your eyeballs to bursting with four hours of unrelieved drivel last night, but you just can’t get through until 6pm without one last guilty suckle at the gleaming teat, can you?