when i slowly approach a stop sign and an over-cautious female(usually) driver is already completely stopped at the stop sign coming from another direction. they absolutely cannot go, apparently, until i've come to a decidedly motionless position. so now i have to sit there, my eyes widening in impatience, as they slowly accelerate through my intended path.
i've recently tried to avoid this situation by prodding that careful "watcher on" with a continuously assuring "you're safe to move" wave as i approached, which was slightly effective but made me feel a bit like a maniac. so now i'm turning my frustration into amusement by trying to see how long i can make them wait by decelerating as slowly as possible and nosing out slightly past the stop sign. and one day i may just continue right through it, at 2 mph, staring them in the eyes, relishing in their surprise and emerging disgust, while wearing a big troll face smile on my face.
when i slowly approach a stop sign and an over-cautious female(usually) driver is already completely stopped at the stop sign coming from another direction. they absolutely cannot go, apparently, until i've come to a decidedly motionless position. so now i have to sit there, my eyes widening in impatience, as they slowly accelerate through my intended path.
i've recently tried to avoid this situation by prodding that careful "watcher on" with a continuously assuring "you're safe to move" wave as i approached, which was slightly effective but made me feel a bit like a maniac. so now i'm turning my frustration into amusement by trying to see how long i can make them wait by decelerating as slowly as possible and nosing out slightly past the stop sign. and one day i may just continue right through it, at 2 mph, staring them in the eyes, relishing in their surprise and emerging disgust, while wearing a big troll face smile on my face.
when i slowly approach a stop sign and an over-cautious female(usually) driver is already completely stopped at the stop sign coming from another direction. they absolutely cannot go, apparently, until i've come to a decidedly motionless position. so now i have to sit there, my eyes widening in impatience, as they slowly accelerate through my intended path.
i've recently tried to avoid this situation by prodding that careful "watcher on" with a continuously assuring "you're safe to move" wave as i approached, which was slightly effective but made me feel a bit like a maniac. so now i'm turning my frustration into amusement by trying to see how long i can make them wait by decelerating as slowly as possible and nosing out slightly past the stop sign. and one day i may just continue right through it, at 2 mph, staring them in the eyes, relishing in their surprise and emerging disgust, while wearing a big troll face smile on my face.
Is it really so difficult to type real words and have your status make freakin' sense on Facebook? I hate all these, "there's no reason 4 it 2b this cold" updates. USE WORDS, PEOPLE!!!!!!
/rant
Related to this, this is a comment someone posted on my one friend's status about her truck not starting. This is word-for-word letter-for-letter. "I hv so bn there n done that...whtcha thnk s wrng w it? I hv learnd how 2 do sm wrk on my durango. Gd luck w it. Miss ya"
Is it really so difficult to type real words and have your status make freakin' sense on Facebook? I hate all these, "there's no reason 4 it 2b this cold" updates. USE WORDS, PEOPLE!!!!!!
/rant
Related to this, this is a comment someone posted on my one friend's status about her truck not starting. This is word-for-word letter-for-letter. "I hv so bn there n done that...whtcha thnk s wrng w it? I hv learnd how 2 do sm wrk on my durango. Gd luck w it. Miss ya"
Is it really so difficult to type real words and have your status make freakin' sense on Facebook? I hate all these, "there's no reason 4 it 2b this cold" updates. USE WORDS, PEOPLE!!!!!!
/rant
Related to this, this is a comment someone posted on my one friend's status about her truck not starting. This is word-for-word letter-for-letter. "I hv so bn there n done that...whtcha thnk s wrng w it? I hv learnd how 2 do sm wrk on my durango. Gd luck w it. Miss ya"
I feel rage.
I don't think these are irrational pet peeves, I think it's well justified. I have a friend who does that, everytime I read one of her posts, i consider deleting her from my friends list. I understand doing it while texting, you have limited space, but to do it in a status update, shows you're either lazy or stupid or both
Not so sure about that. I work in the ATM industry. from the IT folks, the financial network people, the service providers and their management, there's a crazy amount of human "overhead" involved in keeping these things working.
My biggest pet peeve right now: the following comercial:
"I'm Bonnie, and this is MY CVS!"
I've never hit a woman and certainly don't believe in doing so under any circumstance, but something about the attitude of that particular woman makes me want to knock her right off that scooter and drop kick her in the friggin head.
My biggest pet peeve right now: the following comercial:
"I'm Bonnie, and this is MY CVS!"
I've never hit a woman and certainly don't believe in doing so under any circumstance, but something about the attitude of that particular woman makes me want to knock her right off that scooter and drop kick her in the friggin head.
My biggest pet peeve right now: the following comercial:
"I'm Bonnie, and this is MY CVS!"
I've never hit a woman and certainly don't believe in doing so under any circumstance, but something about the attitude of that particular woman makes me want to knock her right off that scooter and drop kick her in the friggin head.
Hearing that your favorite piece out of the furniture is not available until December? *Pizza*!
Well, you sometimes find a gorgeous bass on the web and get all excited only to find it will take the maker 12-15 months to make one for you. Like, Duh! Hire an apprentice or something.
But what I don't like is how some women seem to have a problem anwering questions.
"When's dinner gonna be ready?"
"Well, the potatos are on the stove so not too long."
Like, give me the damn time in minutes so I knew what I can get done still. So you have to ask another question and soon it's a conversation. Instead of a simple "10 minutes".
When you're in an office setting, you're talking with a friend at a rather low audible level, and someone just intrudes on your conversation as if they were involved from the get go.
