The first two entries were buildings. The others were not.
Just admit it, you were wrong.
These are not buildings; they are single-family homes that demonstrate how expensive Manhattan is.
This one even says “apartment” in the description.
ETA: I see that **CatastrophicFailure **has also responded to this. TY!
Oh my god. What if you were allergic.
My contribution would be “people who wear too much perfume.” Even worse if it’s cheap perfume. Instant headache and nausea if they’re near me.
People who are impressed with themselves. Grandiosity
People who ask for help, but huff and puff when someone asks for help from him. All take and no give.
People who can’t/won’t admit to being wrong.
People who listen only to respond and not understand.
Yeah, you’d think everyone would agree. But they absolutely do not. Ha! Let’s wait to see what Rune has to say. I’m sure his mind will be changed. 
Blonde, balding middle-aged white guys with dreadlocks that can’t grow a proper beard and instead look like a yorkie with mange rather than the swashbuckling libertine in their mind’s eye, and they insist on wearing cargo shorts over spandex biker leggings. You know the type.
People who talk about their children, especially when they bring them up completely out of context to the conversation.
There is a woman at work—a little on the batty side, but perfectly nice. She is a middle-aged single woman who adopted a baby from China. Good for her and everything; I wish her the best. I don’t run into her very often in the building and one day I happened to be strolling by her office and I just waved and said, “Hey, how are you?”
“I’m a mom! That’s what I am! I’m a mom now!”
Okaaayyyyyy. … I’m just making a polite greeting here and on my way to somewhere else …
My cousin, who graduated at the top of her class in physics from an Ivy League college, taught English in China for a few years, went to medical school, and now is a pediatric brain surgeon.
Run into her at a family wedding. “Hey, how have you been? What are you up to? How are you doing?”
“I’M RAISING TWO CHILDREN!!!”
Okaaayyyyy … Murder me for offering a content-free, formulaic polite greeting.
Really, all I wanted to hear from either of you is another content-free, formulaic reply, so we could then decide whether to have a conversation or not.
LOL. It’s really not though. I’ve been a gym rat for years and years and I mostly see this with skinny guys trying to puff out or something. It’s humorous as hell.
Ooooh. How about this:
People who, when you say “Come to my house at around 6:30ish” show up at 6:30 on the dot or even earlier, especially without advance warning that they’ll be early.
I would a million times rather someone showed up 15 minutes or a half hour late than if they showed up early or on-the-dot. At that time I’m probably still cleaning and/or getting ready, because I’m really not expecting them till at least 6:40, and won’t start worrying where they are unless I haven’t heard word by 7.
I know a lot of people think it’s hella rude to be late. But IMO it’s ruder to be early.
Can I then add the other person in this vignette to the list?
“6:30ish” means roughly 6:15 to 6:45.
If you don’t want them to show up at 6:30 on the dot or even earlier, then tell them what time you actually want them to show up. If you aren’t expecting them before 6:40, then tell them to come at 6:45ish.
I think it was Dave Barry who once wrote he was standing next to a guy at a urinal, the neighbor chatting away on his phone, when he heard the guy say, “I’m handling it.” Barry found it difficult to suppress a snicker.
I see someone’s never been to Hawaii, where it’s the state dish. Of course, they do ban it on this Board.
I see someone’s never been to Thailand, where “6:30ish” means anywhere from 8-12:00.
Don’t tell them to come around 6:30, if you don’t actually want them to come around 6:30. It’s not that hard.
Yeah, I don’t really get that one either, but then I’m one of those annoying punctual people who doesn’t really get “fashionably late.”
I’d never show up early, though. Early is bad. Early is worse than late, for social engagements at people’s houses. On time is (or should be) okay. If you don’t want me to show up at 6:30, don’t tell me 6:30.
dude, did you ever miss the point.
I can’t speak to childbirth or menses. But as to routine toileting …
When I was in my 20s I dated a woman for a year-ish. I can attest that she was an anatomically typical woman. She could go into a womens’ restroom, pee, wash hands, and return faster than I could do the same in the adjacent mens’ room. She could do this wearing a dress, hose, and high heels, or wearing blue jeans & sneakers.
She wasn’t *much *faster than I was, and was occasionally a few seconds slower. But compared to the typical women of my experience then or since it was magical how fast she was. I asked her how the heck she did it. Her answer: “Beats me. I just don’t waste any time; unlike everybody else.”
So by belated proxy from one sister to another: Y’all are doin’ it wrong. 
People who phone up and order a pizza, and despite me asking them several times politely to speak up and be audible, they make absolutely no effort to increase the volume of their voice. I have zero hearing issues. The other 99 calls I took today went just fine. It’s you, asshole.
Oh, and adult females whose voices sound like they got even *more *high pitched after reaching puberty. It’s like nails on chalkboard. You can put a little bass in your voice. Try it. If I can do a falsetto voice, you can make a sound that is a couple octaves lower than a dog whistle.
OK, since this thread has gotten far afield of the “innocence” specified in the OP, I’ll make another contribution: people who don’t move up in line. Has anyone else encountered this more frequently of late? I had never encountered it until a few years ago, and now it seems to happen regularly. I’ll be standing in a checkout line, line to get into a theater or sporting event, security line at the airport, any kind of line–people at the front get through, and everyone behind them moves up, one by one, in a cascading wave, until the wave reaches the person in front of me, who just stands there. And it’s not because they’re engrossed in their phone or anything. Apparently it’s too much trouble to move up. It’s like a person driving a manual transmission car, in a line of traffic, who doesn’t want to feather the clutch just to move up a few feet. Except in that case it’s understandable, since feathering the clutch puts wear and tear on it, whereas shuffling 3 feet forward twice doesn’t take any more physical effort than shuffling 6 feet forward once.
What is with these people? This first happened to me in a Quiznos, where I got in what I thought was the end of the line, only to find myself getting bitched at by some woman who apparently was “in line.” Like I was supposed to know that those people leaning on the tables several feet away from what looked like the end of the line were really in line.
You’ve got to know your host.
If my mother tells me that she wants to do a lunch thing with the rest of the family at 1, that means the house is ready for guests by 12:15 (12:30 at the absolute latest) and that if you’re not there by 12:45 she’ll start to wonder what’s taking you so long.
On the other hand, meeting my friend Don for a movie at 8:00 means that he’s planning to pull into a parking space at 8:05 and not a minute earlier. I imagine his party hosting timetables are the same.
People who have never traveled. It’s a big world out there and it is just as safe as your suburban neighborhood. The usual excuse I get is that “it is too dangerous over there”. My response to this is to tell them to turn on the evening news and count up the number of shootings and assaults that happened that day. Go get a passport and visit another country. Don’t worry, the water is clean, the people are friendly, and they likely speak English as good as you do.
A close second are the people that have traveled before but are safely cocooned in a travel group. Their manner of dress is horrible, they talk far too loudly, and complain about the food. Most discussions end with a comment "It’s not like this back home’. When I run into these people I feel the urge to take their passport away. :mad:
People who stand in line as if the person in front of them has ebola. Man up and tighten that line!
Hosts are not standard, time is. Much easier for the millions of hosts to understand the concept of time than for me to understand a million different hosts.