Ugh. That and people who do not say “excuse me” in near collisions in, say, a grocery store. I invariably say “excuse me” and when the gesture is not reciprocated I get really angry. I then consider never saying “excuse me” myself, but then someone will say “excuse me” but not me and I will be the example of what gets me so angry. So I’m left with this social/moral dilemma.
Other peeves:
Not putting the shopping cart in the conveniently placed shopping cart corral.
People who must be no farther than 1.5 inches from my rear bumper at stop lights. As I move foward to create separation, they move foward to eliminate separation.
Hunt and peck “typists” at the University library who pound on the keyboard making a very loud, irritating sound and exposing the keyboard to unecessary bruising.
People who think that not paying a bill that has been overlooked by a business due to clerical mistakes (stealing, in essense) is o.k. because the big nasty money hungry corporate machine will still function (or “go on”) without my 45 dollars. Sadly, someone who thinks this way will never be smart or enterprising enough to be in a position of proprietorship (and hopefully owns no children) and will never know the negative economic Karma they are self-generating by their greedy policies.
People who are rude with boats, personal watercraft, etc. You saw my mother-in-law on the floating dock, you asshat, and you still flew past on your little toy and nearly threw her into the water with your wake. You had better be glad Dad caught her or my ass would be in jail for shoving that toy up your ass sideways with the motor at full throttle. You…
I’m sick of the phrase “We’ll just have to agree to disagree”. As if that concludes anything or adds anything new. DUH – it’s quite obvious the arguers disagree.
While we’re at it, you might as well…
…agree that the sky is blue.
…agree that people breathe oxygen.
…agree that fish know how to swim.
If it’s an attempt to “conclude” an argument, how about just agree to shut up?
I think that’s what the statement is meant to signify: we’re not going to get along on this issue, but we love each other enough to not let it get in the way
This actually is in a thread I started of general workplace gripes, but
Clients who can’t tell the difference between the hooks on the back of the door which I carefully pointed out for them and the little four-legged stool in the corner. Hint, one is to hang your clothing on, the other is to support my prodigious but shapely ass while I work your neck muscles. Guess which is which? My guess would be that the thing I told you to hang your clothing on is the thing you should hang your clothing on.
Honorable mention- folks who don’t grok the concept that “lie face down under the sheets” means that the sheet should be on top of them. I really don’t want to come into the room and see your completely naked ass staring back at me. Just so you know, while you are repositioning yourself 'twixt the top bottom sheets, I am standing outside the door silently giving myself a suppressed laughter-induced hernia.
People that talk during movies in a theatre. Movies cost TOO MUCH MONEY these days to have the experience ruined by dumb fuckheads who think they are home on their couch watching a video and feel the need to flap their yaps CONSTANTLY. The Seattle area is TERRIBLE for this, people are so fucking rude.
My boyfriend and I went to see Crash a couple of weeks ago and an elderly couple behind us talked in normal conversation tones the ENTIRE movie. There were too many characters and they couldn’t keep up with the plot, they kept saying stuff like “who is THIS guy?” and “there are too many characters, I can’t keep up.”
I was miserable, John was miserable, everyone around them was completely miserable.
If you are one of these people - SHAME ON YOU. SHUT THE FUCK UP. This is doubly so if you think you have a witty comment that the rest of the theatre will enjoy - YOU ARE WRONG. If you want to talk, give me the lousy 20.00 we wasted on the privelege of hearing YOU and not the movie we paid to enjoy.
I think the problem with the “agree to disagree” phrase is that all too often, it is spoken by someone who holds a viewpoint or belief that is obviously, demonstrably, factually false, and is refusing to be persuaded by hard evidence to the contrary.
Brand new SDMB pet peeve: people who do not understand the following argument
A: I espouse position X
B: What are your reasons for espousing position X?
A: Absolute principle Q
B: But absolute principle Q also leads to position Y, which is an extreme and dangerous and frightening one.
At this point, the proper response for person A is something along the lines of:
A: OK, true, there are limitations on absolute principle Q, such as L1 and L2. I’ll explain to you how they don’t apply to position X, which I still espouse
or
A: As a matter of fact, I DO espouse position Y
or
A: No, it doesn’t lead to position Y, for the following reasons
or
A: Hmmm. That’s troubling. I’ll have to ponder the situation
But I’ve gotten the following two responses recently
A: You’re comparing X and Y? That’s the worst analogy I’ve ever heard!
and
A: What? Who’s espousing position Y? STRAWMAN STRAWMAN STRAWMAN!!!
I don’t understand nit-picky people in fast food restaurants who take orders back for insignificant mistakes. I’ve already gotten a few of these in the few days I’ve been working at Burger King, but it bothered me even before that. In high school, I used to go to lunch with a guy who would turn back and make the people correct his orders all the time. What, you asked for it without mustard and they put it on anyway? So you’re going to drive all the way back and have them make you a new one? Are you allergic to mustard? No? Then shut the hell up and eat your hamburger! Some poor cow (okay, actually tiny pieces of hundreds of cows :D) gave its life so you could eat that hamburger, and now you’re throwing it out because of a little mistake. I don’t know about you, but if I order onion rings at the drive-thru and they give me fries instead, I’ll just take the fries and be on my merry way. I don’t see how it’s worth being anal about, unless you have an allergic reaction to something in your food.
I hate when a renegade fry is dropped into a box of onion rings. I’ll drive 39 miles and 82 feet to return it. It could just as well have been a finger. Or a fried eyeball.
That is odd. Especially since in my one part time job, people think nothing of interrupting you when even you’re smack dab in the middle of a transaction with another customer.
Drives me BONKERS!!
Me: Okay sir, so you’d like the saturday swim lessons? Is that for one child or…
Rude customer: Can I get tanning bed two?
Me: Certainly sir, as soon as I’m done with this gentleman, I’ll be right with you
Rude customer: Is tanning bed 2 available?
Me: I’ll check the schedule book just as soon as this gentleman is done.
Meanwhile, bless his heart (too many customers don’t stand up for themselves with their fellow customers), Swim Lesson man and a few other customers give tanning bed man dirty looks.
An internet and real life related one. When people are doing a “my worst faults” sharing type poll, and some people come in and their “fault” is an “I can’t abide stupidity/bigotry/people not as smart, bright, kind-hearted…blah blah blah as me” type so-called fault.