I’m sure there’s a marketing reason for this, but why do all of Papa John’s pizza offers require me to order a large pizza? I don’t order pizza very often, but when I do it’s as a treat for myself and a friend, and all we need is a medium. I do not need leftover pizza sitting in my fridge tempting me to go off my diet yet again.
Dear Bank:
I’m more than a little perplexed by your choice to send me a PIN for my new Debit card (after I lost the old one–sadly, it was in my pocket) which happens to be the same as the PIN for the old one. Not unhappy enough to call you and complain, but I’m not at all sure I approve. I wish you would have asked me when I called to cancel the old card if I wanted the new card to have the same PIN, then I could have made an informed decision and either gotten the PIN the same and started using my debit card a week ago, or not had it the same and dealt with it appropriately.
Dear Mom:
Would it have killed you to open those bank envelopes you were concerned about before calling me and simply said this is your new PIN which arrived today?
Dear Self:
Why did you not pack jeans in an easily accessible location in your storage unit? Like in this nice box labeled “winter” which actually contains coats and flannel sheets (and maybe a pair of well-worn boots).
17 hours after getting out of the waiting room an onto a bed, hubby has just sent me a text message to say he’s still in the emergency department.
He hasn’t slept properly because a) the bed is only a gurney more or less that’s barely large enough to contain him - and he’s about 20 kilograms underweight at this point, so it’s not like he’s some gigantic fatass and b) because unlike a ward, ED never dims lights and goes into “sleep time” mode (for obvious reasons). So there’s always noise, lights, alarms, PA systems, people screaming or crying or just making noise.
And we were lucky, he got in after only about 3 hours in the waiting room. Unlike last time where it took nearly 6 and some other times where it’s taken even longer.
Also, I hate the ED because there’s no windows or doors to external areas, so it’s all fluro lights and no natural light & it screws up my internal clock every time I’m in there.
I have the same problem! I solve it by eating the entire pizza by myself in one go, so no leftovers 
Do you order the large pizza? Don’t large pizzas cost more than medium pizzas? QED.
My complaint is that they offer special deals where a large pizza would actually cost less or the same as a medium pizza, or if I order a large pizza I get free cheesesticks (which my friend and I both like, and usually order). However, I’m lactose intolerant, which is why pizza (with a side of Lactaid) is a special treat for me, and another reason I don’t need it sitting in the fridge tempting me. It’s bad enough that I usually end up with leftover cheesesticks (there’s some in my fridge now, as a matter of fact). I just wish they’d occasionally offer specials on medium pizzas, too.
I get the pitting and agree with it - I was just answering the question of why Papa John’s does it.
Fuck off with your stupid memes. Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off! I hate that word, I hate its sudden ubiquitousness, its unnecessary and inaccurate usage, and its horrendous ugliness. Fuck off, say I!!!
More of a mild whine …
I have to buy new pants for the winter. I had a baby back in February, and dropped my pregnancy weight pretty quickly and then lost another 10 pounds or so. Sounds great, right? Except I haven’t been a size 10 in at least five years, so I don’t have a single pair of pants that don’t fall off my ass and drag on the ground (except my elastic-waisted PJ pants). Yeah, I know - boo fucking hoo, right? Well, I’m a SAHM and a part-time student, so we’re living on one income. With the prices of everything going up and up, we don’t have a lot of extra money for buying things these days. I’m totally open to shopping at Goodwill and thrift stores, but it’s damned near impossible with a 7 month old and a 2 1/2 year old.
A three-fer:
It’s been irritating me steadily for several years now, but why the fuck do receipts need to be the length of a novella for a single item? I go to Target today, to buy one pack of security business-sized envelopes, and the receipt for my single purchase item is nearly 10 inches! I don’t need ads, coupons, surveys, contest entries, redundant information, pointless spacing, gift receipts (unless requested), and all that crap on my receipt. What a waste of trees.
Menards. Stop with the annoying hillbilly jingle “You Save Big Money, You Save Big Money, When You Shop Menards” when I’m in your goddamned store already. I’m here, I’m buying your stuff, I’ve already been convinced to shop Menards; I don’t need to be assaulted with your ear-worming banjo plucking every five minutes to remind me that I save big money when I shop Menards. That’s why I’m already the fuck here!
For my sanity, I now shop Hope Depot.
Lastly, as if vanity license plates aren’t annoying enough to me, I hate the stupidity of custom plates that merely describe the car being driven. For example, red Porsche 911, cruising down the Interstate with plates RDPRSCH. Or black BMW, near the Loop: MY BMW. I’m fairly certain I’ve also seen a car like a Mazda 3 with plates MAZDA 3. Why in the hell would you do this? It’s like naming your dog Dog, or your daughter Daughter.
You know what’s one of those little horrors in life? When you start typing in login information and a password, usually on a webpage, and something happens - the page finishes loading, or something computery happens, and then next thing you know you’re typing out your password for all the world to see.
So instead of seeing:
Login: Freejooky
Password: *******
you look up, and to your abject, Lovecraftian horror you see:
Login: ookyPoopsie
Password:
or something to that effect. Even if nobody’s around to see it, there’s something so deeply embarrassing about it.
I hear ya! On my work computer, my bank’s login page has my password saved as a username. I’d delete it, but I lock my computer every time I get up, so it’s not a big deal. But still.
I’m mini-ranting at myself today for being dumb enough not to notice that it really is Charles and Di, and not actors impersonating them, in the video for Everyday I Write the Book by Elvis Costello.
Kinda random, but there you go.