Elderly people and obviously not all of them.
However, those who are elderly and expect special attention and treatment simply because of their age do get on my nerves.
One which may not gel well is that people who are killed in some sort of calamity are all considered “innocent”. They could be the next Al Capone for all we know.
The Amish and moderately wealthy middle aged white women, and for the same reason. It’s prejudicial and it makes me a horrible person, but I start breathing through my mouth every time I see one coming.
I realize that the Amish religious dogma dictates that daily bathing is luxurious vanity and offensive in the eyes of their god, et cetera. And that’s fine when everyone you interact with on a daily basis believes the same thing. But when you spend a large chunk of your time around the English (what they call the non-Amish, if you didn’t know) who DO believe that bathing is at least an occasional necessity, maybe make some sort of concession to that. Time your trips into town around your bathing habits. Or don’t speak so quietly that people can’t hear you from more than 6" away.
While ostensibly more pleasant, there is a large subset of well-to-do, but not quite rich, white women in their 50’s who think it’s the height of status to douse themselves in whatever acrid fragrance they recently dropped two bills on. Perfume is not meant to be a 5 minute warning that you’re coming, not is it meant to cause dibilitating headaches in the people you encounter.
Anti-abortion people who think adoption is the answer, until you mention gay adoption. Might as well hold a cross up to a vampire.
As a store cashier: People who are shopping for a group of people where every one has to have an individual receipt. Particularly those who don’t mention at the beginning they have seven different orders! I told a guy with just a few items “I’m sorry. I’m going on break.” “Can’t you just take me? I’m in a hurry and I just have a few items.” “Okay.”
Those few items were four separate orders. SHIT!
And anyone who is so busy talking and/or texting that they are ignoring the real world. I was in the line at McDonald’s and the two texting guys ahead of me ignored the cashier when she said next. So I went up and placed my order. Then Mr. Texter #1 has the nerve to say “She cut the line. What? She said “next.” I didn’t hear her.” Yeah, cause reality means nothing to you.
Oh that texting thing I totally agrre with. Thank goodness I don’t have to work the register at the cafe where I am employed. I did witness a person texting when asked “Can I help you?” The texter held up a finger as if to say “wait for me” so the cashier went on to the next person. The texter broke off in order to get all bent out of shape. People always have time to get upset I guess.
The link is to apartment buildings for sale. Of course apartments are owned by the landlords. We were discussing owner-occupied dwellings. Sheesh.
Programmers, like every user in the world.
“Sexy” is the important word. If she weighs a buck-two-eighty a catsuit won’t help. Well, maybe for some guys, but as a fat guy I do what I can to not appall the public, and I expect the same from others.
When I was fatter, I used to do Halloween as G.K. Chesterton.
http://archden.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/Picture_of_Chesterton_and_Dog.jpg
A Sexy G.K. Chesterton.
People who nod and make agreement sounds a lot when someone else is talking, and not at natural pauses or affirmation points.
No, those are individual apartments for sale. Look again. (It defaults to highest price first, so it might seem you should be getting a whole building, but that’s not what it is.)
I was always used to the idea of “apartment” meaning rented as well, until I met New Yorkers. In NYC, the word “apartment” is often used to refer to a dwelling space that is owned. Here’s another example: http://www.crainsnewyork.com/article/20150510/REAL_ESTATE/150509843/so-many-manhattan-apartments-so-few-for-sale
Muscular people who walk with their upper arms held just a little further out than they really need to be, perhaps to draw attention to how they are, in fact, muscular people. Sometimes I’ll see men who have just started working out that aren’t really that muscular yet do this too, perhaps to get them acclimated to where their arms will be located once they’ve reached their fitness goals.
People who say, “Pardon my French.”
Those who INSIST you try whatever Vegan/gluten-free/sugar-free/no-fat dish they’ve brought to the Fourth of July picnic. You try to get out of the awkward situation of trying a food you know you won’t like by letting them down easy: you’re “just not really all that in to quinoa,” or say that “baked goods without eggs in them probably ARE healthier, but they just always seem to taste a little bit off to me.” Rather than allowing you to bow out gracefully here, these people re-double their efforts, insisting that “it tastes even better than the real thing,” and “using shredded wood chips instead of flour as a binding agent makes the sauce so much richer,” until, finally, just to get them to GO AWAY, you agree to sample whatever it is that they’re peddling. And it’s awful. And you can’t hide your revulsion at how this alleged chocolate chip cookie tastes and even feels just like a shingle. They respond by becoming horribly offended, or worse, they somehow take his as evidence that you’re unsympathetic to their toddler’s nut allergy. I can’t stand those people.
If you mean physically, then I can get behind that.
And I mean behind as in nudging at your heels and waiting for you to move.
I have Parkinson’s and rheumatoid arthritis and STILL there are a lot of people who walk slower than me in busy areas. What is wrong with them? They can’t all be cripped! I’m going shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, use arm to lift leg, etc, and they’re lost behind me.
I am walking at my maximum speed, to be fair, but that should not be faster than them. We’re all going somewhere; it’s not an interesting route where you could be excused for dawdling while looking at the buildings, it’s just one office building after another. Sometimes they seem to enter some kind of space-time continuum where they are actually going backwards despite their legs pointing forwards and then I have to stop suddenly and I fall over.
I need a taser on a stick.
Along these lines, people who treat potlucks as a competition of who can bring the “healthiest” (aka meets all the recent “natural” food fads) dish. I feel like all the potlucks here are a collection of vegan, gluten-free kale quinoa salads with organic coconut oil dressing. Blech. I miss potlucks in the south, with yummy fried chicken, corn pudding, and chess pie.
I used to think the way you do until I read an article about Jackie Kennedy buying an apartment when she moved to New York. That was forty years ago or so, and so New Yorkers have bought and sold apartments for a while.
I’ve also seen some shows on HGTV where realtors are buying and selling apartments in New York. I don’t remember the difference between an apartment and a condo, but they were definitely called apartments.
So you’ve been okay since oh, 1974 then.
As for me, it’s the Dutch.
The dead. Not The Dead. The dead.
As to apartments and condos …
Under USPS addressing rules, the only correct address for a dwelling inside a larger building is something like
123 N Main St Apt 1234
Some City, ST, 12345
It doesn’t matter whether unit 1234 in the building at 123 N Main St. is owned or rented or what. The *only *correct address is “Apt 1234”. Not Suite or Unit or any other higher-class word than Apt.
So even the US government says “Apartment” != “rented”.
White guys with dreadlocks.
*Balding middle-aged *white guys with dreadlocks.
Short guys that whine all over the Internet suck.
The self righteous