A similar thing that drives me stark raving bonkers: I’m in a store aisle quite obviously surveying a selection of items. Two people (it’s always two) come into the aisle, step right in front of me, and proceed to have a loud discussion about which item they should get. How about this one? I like that one over there. This one’s cheaper . . . as if I don’t exist. Excuse me, I was here first, and you are not the only people on the planet!! When I find someone looking at the stuff I want to shop for also, and there isn’t room for both of us to look, I either wait a little ways off until they’re done or come back later.
I can pretty much extend this to any situation where people are seemingly oblivious to the fact that other people exist.
More phone annoyance. I have an answering machine. Not surprisingly (based on my prior rants), I don’t like to talk on the phone. So I let my machine pick up sometimes, and I normally screen my calls. Not always, but most times. Here’s my favorite machine message:
Hello? Hello? Are you there? Hellooooooo…hello? HI…ARE YOU THERE??? PICK UP PICK UP PICK UP PICK UP…ummmmm…hello…it’s me…hello…OK, I guess you’re not there then…hello? hello? click
fucking idiot. If I’m there and I want to talk, I promise I"ll pick up. Otherwise, fuck OFF! Sheesh!
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Has anyone mentioned people who leave 5 or 6 or 10 messages for you? Like they’re afraid the machine might not have recorded the last few. Believe me, if it didn’t record the first, it doesn’t get the next one either. And if your first message doesn’t get me to call back, your 8th is going to have me boycotting your phone number forever.
Because we weren’t able to afford it at the time, perhaps?
Nowadays, though, we have voice mail, caller ID and my dad relies on his cell phone, so it’s pretty rare that we actually get an incoming call on call waiting. But my father still considers it important for his job. And we have another line, but it’s for the computer.
Again, a lot of times I’d just say-“Hey, I’ve got a call on the other line, I’ll call you back.”
I personally don’t feel very strongly about it one way or the other.
My phone pet peeve-people who hang up on wrong numbers. I HATE running to the phone, only to have someone hang up. Look, just politely admit you dialed wrong. I won’t kill you.
I got a wrong number hang up the other night. At 130am. If I had the presence of mind I would have *69’d them so I could call them back to hang up on them.
Bastards.