Oh, yeh, and being dyslexic and typing 100+ wpm is a PITA for me. I hunt and peck, proofread, and proofread again and sometimes still miss this stuff. I know what makes you a PITA. 
You nailed it, honey. I’m such an inveterate grammar, spelling and typing nitpicker that I’ve become a Wikipedia grammar gnome. That’s right, I spend a few hours a week, voluntarily and without remuneration, proofreading a website that anyone in the world can edit. It’s like trying to bail the Titanic with a teacup, I tell you.
Yeah, being too meticulous can ruin pretty much anything.
Gee Jodi, that’s your list? Hell woman, that makes you near perfect!
I’m a pita with respect to the steering wheel and the remote. With either in my hands, I’m much less fidgety and more pleasant than otherwise.
You know it’s “cannot”, right? One word.
d&r
5-4-Fighting,
PITA, since, well, some people say since forever
I am a PITA about people who let their kids wander around unsupervised at hockey games. Your kid may be having a great time climbing back and forth over the seat next to mine, but those are folding seats and when it collapses under him and breaks his leg, the screaming is going to distract me from the game. I have nothing against bringing small kids to the game; I know some who are great fans and know a lot more statistics than I do. But if
they’re not interested in watching the game leave them home.
And when you do let your 4 year old use the seats as a jungle gym, do not glare at me as if I’m a child molester for grabbing him when the seat he’s climbing over starts to collapse under him.
Another one - if you paid for an upper level seat, do not expect to come down and sit ice level in the two empty seats next to mine. I know who sits in those seats, and it’s not you. I will report you to the ushers and have you removed. I pay for my seat for the entire season up front. I love my team and want them to stay here, so I want them to make every dime to which they are entitled. If you want an ice level seat, pay for it.
I’m a PITA about breathing. I insist on doing it while others wish I wouldn’t, and vice versa.
My car: Do not leave trash in my car (mostly to my wife, daughter, and MiL; the only ones who would travel in it without me). You leave - the trash leaves.
My keys: Mrs. D_Odds will take my car keys when she can’t find hers because my car keys are always in the same space when I’m not driving - on the key hook. Mrs. D_Odds, however, will not always replace my keys on the key hook. There is a reason I don’t misplace my keys, Mrs. D_Odds.
My computer screens: Don’t place your grimy, greasy, dirty fingers on my computer screen! You can point without touching. I will block your hand if I catch you trying to leave fingerprints on my screen. Second offense, I chop it off. Third offense is a beheading. My method works; there has never been a fourth offense.
Not when I am putting the emphasis on the word “not.”
But you didn’t do anything to indicate that emphasis in the text!*
d&r again
5-4-Fighting,
PITA, since, well, some people say since forever (AND A DAY)
*Please take this with the humor with which it’s intended (given the thread title)
You might want to see a doctor about that last part…
(Oh, c’mon, SOMEONE had to say it!)
Me, I’m a PITA about customer service. If I don’t get it, I complain, and I have no compunctions about going above your whiny, self-absorbed, pathetic retail slave head to get my complaint resolved, yea unto your firing, even.
On the other hand, I tip excessively and will go out of my way to congratulate the employee with the manager when the service is good. And I don’t bitch about the employee when it’s not their fault (though I may very well tell the manager what I think, heh).
I’m also a PITA about errands. If you ask me what I need at the store and I say X, do not bring back Y-that-happens-to-be-similar-to-X. Do not bring back X-lite. Do not bring back anything except X. I have my reasons for requesting said product, and since your eyes glaze over when I try to explain them, it’s in everyone’s best interest to just get what I asked for or not offer in the first place.
Heh…and here I was making the asssumption that by separating the words, I was emphasising them. :smack:
**taken in humour – if I cannot laugh at myself, then I can not laugh at anything.
***before anyone corrects emphasising to emphasizing yer not gonna make me change my s to a z, so deal wifit!
A slice of cake must be arranged on my plate so that the icing is on the top and right. Otherwise, my first bite is from the icing side, and that’s not right. I will flip my cake slice over if someone does it wrong.
I do some irritating things on this message board.
I delete fewer lame jokes than I should.
Sometimes, I argue with snotty people when the point is not worth the argument.
I’m a heretic. I do not accept that the OED is the Certified Word Of God.
I can’t always stop myself from posting some fact, only vaguely related to the topic.
I am very stubborn and I really don’t like someone asking me to do something that I don’t want to. If it is a simple question like “Can you vacuum the living room this morning?” from my wife or “Can you update the project plan?” from my boss, I will instinctively say “Yep” (because just refusing would be confrontational and stupid) and never have any intention of doing it. It isn’t a great personality trait and I have gotten into trouble for it a few times but not doing what I don’t want to and what I don’t think is that important seems to be favorable over doing mundane stuff that I really hate.
My worst fear is that I am not aware of all the ways I am a PITA. I try to figure some of them out but I’m sure I do a lot of annoying things I haven’t anticipated.
That doesn’t make you a PITA, in my opinion. You’re a PITA if you preach the above statement more than is necessary.
Don’t be This Guy.
Joe
You can do that, even if you’re not an expert or anything? I think I might have just found my newest hobby…
I’m a PITA to my husband while he’s driving. I mean, he drives so closely to the car in front - it isn’t a safe following distance, and I am not comfortable with it. I try to limit that, though, but if he gets in an accident, it’s going to affect BOTH of our lives. If only he would drive perfectly like me.
I am also a PITA in the grocery store. I’ve been doing it so long, I have my routine down to an art. I know exactly what I’m looking for, I know how I like stuff bagged, I know how I like everything about my shopping experience.
Apparently, I’m a blanket-stealer and a bed-hog. I don’t agree with that at all; I think there are OTHER members of the family blanket-stealing and bed-hogging, but I’m not going to name names.
I think Meg Ryan said it best - “I like what I like, the way I like it.” or something like that.
Fr. Sam’s makes me a pretty good pita. They are moist enough to avoid crumbing when you bite into them and they open pretty easily to allow meats and veggies to be stuffed into the center. I don’t know whether the Fr. Sam’s bakery sells outside the Michigan-Ohio region, however.
I wipe the kitchen counter and the sink after each use. I don’t expect Ms. Sapo to do it, but after she does anything in the kitchen, I will get up and do it myself. She hates it.
A bagging groceries for me requires a bagology PhD from Harvard. It is never fun.
I am freindly and easy to get along with
it is hard to disagree with me
If you do, I will happily acknowledge your point of view
what a friggin PITA I am
took me years to learn that
and proud of it
FML
I can easily figure out how to do things the easiest way possible. People think I am lazy, but I know I’m efficient. And a problem solver and ass kicker extradonaire.