People who routinely use pretty bad grammar and spelling. It irks me.
Yes. Especially if they watch lots of TV.
Lately on TV, Oprah and the like, there have been ‘how to save money at the grocery store’ features. They take a film crew and a bunch of overprivileged McMansion dwellers into the deep, dark unknown lands of Walmart, Sam’s Club, and Costco. The ninnies have never actually been in a discount store and appear flabbergasted by the big, big savings! Corollary: these same ninnies are introduced to the concept of actually cooking something in their $50,000 kitchens and you can actually see a lightbulb go on over their pointy bleached blond heads. Not eat out every weekend? Not pick up takeout from a restaurant every night? Actually, like…cook, like Mummy and Grams did? And save how much??? AWESOME!
Bloggers who overuse lolcatese.
Seriously, you have no idea how many bloggers write these navel-gazy “thinky” posts and then end it with “kthxbai” or some such.
Lolcatese: Mommybloggers as Gonnorhea: Sailors
I have (or should say “had”) a relative under similar circumstances, who died 10 years ago. I saw how he was when I was growing up, and decided not to be like him. I still ended up in my parents’ home in my mid-30s, with a broken marriage, a kid, and a ton of debt. About the only thing I can say is at least I got an education and didn’t get into drugs.
It’s OK. (((((((olives)))))))
I didn’t mean that ‘‘read my apology’’ post to sound as snarky as it did. Therefore I apologize for the tone of my apology. I’m angry at myself for getting involved in this thread. When I’m depressed, I’m a shitty human being. I’m not some random person who was cut off at eighteen, I legally emancipated at 17 and had been working full time for eight months by the time I graduated from high school. It was the shittiest year of my life and I lost everything. I had no choice but to be responsible for myself, I can’t fathom what it’s like to feel safe with your parents… I still have nightmares that I’m living at home. My bitterness over this great loss caused me to be unkind to others. I am genuinely sorry.
People with no table manners. No, scratch that, people with no eating manners.
Chew with your mouth closed. I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to see it; and if do, I will assume you have been badly brought up.
And my really, really petty one: people who use Comic Sans as their default email font. Gah.
That’s not petty AT ALL. Who does this, seriously?
I’m intrigued by this. Can you give some more details about why this practice makes you think less of people?
Two of my colleagues at work. It got to the stage where I had to tell them not to do it. If they wanted me to actually read their emails, that is.
We could delete it on our PCs and name a copy of another font. 
I should have said, “People who lease cars as a way of driving a car they can’t afford.” Leasing works for some people, obviously. But for most its a bad idea from a financial viewpoint. They’re lured by the low monthly payments, and not smart enough to realize they will probably get burned in the end.
A few more:
People who prominently display their diplomas, certificates, and accolades on the wall behind their desk at work.
People who insist on appending degrees next to their name, e.g. John Smith, MSEE, PE. On the same token, non-medical people who insist on appending “PhD” or “Dr.” to their name.
People who feed their kids typical fast food fare (I’m not talking about the healthier options like 6" turkey without cheese on wheat with veggies at Subway or apple dippers or whatever). It just seems better to teach kids they don’t need to eat fast food - I haven’t touched the stuff since 2004, it can be done.
I know it’s possibly an unfair judgement, but that’s mine!
Okay, I’m confused by how this works. I guess I understand the idea of a hamper of sixty cans of soda. But what’s the part about $1.40 a week over 52 weeks? Do you mean you pay the $1.40 every week at the store and then pick up the soda at the end of the year?
Loud talking in public – generally this means high school kids shouting and laughing and rough-housing on, say, the subway, but not always.
The inability to form an orderly, impromptu queue when called for. The unnecessary semi-circle around a choke point is the bane of my existence (though obviously such a formation is often inevitable). This one necessarily applies to clumps of people at a time.
It’s like a subscription to a hamper. You pick one out of the catalogue at the start of the year, make weekly payments (maybe they have fortnightly/monthly options, I don’t know) and at Christmas time your basket of goodies is delivered to your house. I used the soft drink hamper as an example because it was the easiest to put a value on… They used to have a beer one that was easy to show being a rip-off, but now most of their alcohol hampers come with extras like Eskys, hats, bar runners and other junk that it’s hard to value.
The type of hamper most people seem to order is usually more of a grocery hamper for Christmas and I guess there’s an argument to be made that it saves them time running around doing shopping at that crazy time of year, but you’re paying a lot of money for that convenience and a lot of the stuff in the hamper is non-perishable and could easily be picked up ahead of Christmas and stored. Their website says this $625 hamper is one of their top sellers. I wonder how much of that stuff would normally be on people’s Christmas shopping lists? And yet they’re paying a premium price for these bits and pieces they probably don’t really need.
Absolutely! If you and your friend want to talk - don’t sit on opposite sides of a fricken train!
I think less of people who dress their little girls like hos. There, I said it. There is no reason for a six year old to have JUICY in script across her little bottom. Even if she screams and lays down for a hissy fit in the middle WalMart for it, be the grown up and say no.
The fuck is a hamper? 
ETA: Other than the thing I put my dirty laundry in.
I recently had reason to check my diploma (from 1984); I found it in a plastic hanging folder in the back of my closet, under “Misc.”
Several of the most awesomely intelligent people I work with neglect to tell anyone they have PhDs. The converse is also true.
What does it for me:
Actually, I’m drawing a blank. But people do get on my nerves sometimes, so there must be something…
ETA: Ah! People who use the expression, “Be that as it may …”