Wal-Mart cashiers who psychoanalyze you based on what they see in your basket instead of simply shutting the hell up and saying, “hello” and/or “goodbye” and leaving it at that.
“My that’s a lot of eggs.”
“Uh huh”
“Wow, you must LOVE steak”
“yeah”
“Oh, The X-Files season two…you must like dark things.”
“Uh…huh.”
“Ooh a ladder. You must have housework to do…”
If I wanted everyone in line to know the exact contents of my basket, I would have placed the toilet paper, the condoms, and the athlete’s foot cream on TOP, bitch.
I’m sorry, and I hate to stereotype, but the folks who prance around in their oversized black chain-jeans, with little green flairs coming from them, rocking a Coal Chamber / Invader Zim / Marylin Manson shirt, and eyeliner. You all know them - the Hot Topic kids. All they’re trying to get is attention, but they do it in a very jackass way.
Now that I think about, you can throw emos, cutters, and anorexic/bullemic people in there too.
Another thing, (working at Best Buy,) I see a lot of people who want to bring other people down just because they’re either disappointed with their own shitty lives and couldn’t accomplish anything. They come through my lane acting like assholes for completely unwarranted reasons.
A final one I can think of - Jackass drivers on the road. Whether it’s too fast, too slow, or whatever - Not being mindful of other people or LAWS while behind a large piece of metal is, as someone once said, quite cowardly.
When the pilot light on the stove goes out and, since I have an almost non-existent sense of smell, I don’t notice until three days later because of my constant headache.
[quote]SSC wrote:
Another thing, (working at Best Buy,) I see a lot of people who want to bring other people down just because they’re either disappointed with their own shitty lives and couldn’t accomplish anything. They come through my lane acting like assholes for completely unwarranted reasons.
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On that point, I hope that cashier didn’t think I was upset at her for no reason. I just think there is a difference between polite conversation simply because we’re human…and trying to do a CSI probe into why I bought this specific color arrangement of underwear.
When people cross the street whenever and where ever the hell they want. And refuse to make any effort to speed up and move out of the way of oncoming traffic.
People who invade my personal space. If we’re within an arm’s length of each other and I haven’t agreed to enter into a sexual relationship with you, don’t follow me when I back up. Instead, take the hint: YOU’RE TOO CLOSE.
[quote]malonetd wrote:
When people cross the street whenever and where ever the hell they want. And refuse to make any effort to speed up and move out of the way of oncoming traffic.[/quote]
Haha, spend some time in one of the bigger cities in south africa man, your head will explode!
But in all fairness, most of the traffic lights in cape town switch lights so fast that you can only get across 2 out of 4 or so lanes.
I wonder how the fantasy feeder people would manage to survive there.
[quote]EmilyQ wrote:
People who invade my personal space. If we’re within an arm’s length of each other and I haven’t agreed to enter into a sexual relationship with you, don’t follow me when I back up. Instead, take the hint: YOU’RE TOO CLOSE.[/quote]
[quote]EmilyQ wrote:
People who invade my personal space. If we’re within an arm’s length of each other and I haven’t agreed to enter into a sexual relationship with you, don’t follow me when I back up. Instead, take the hint: YOU’RE TOO CLOSE.[/quote]
No kidding. Some people are too stupid to live.
I had a customer like that at work. My receptionist laughed her ass off as she watched me make a 360 degree circuit of the boardroom table. I was looking over a set of blueprints with him. He kept moving so close he could have climbed in my pocket. I moved away, pulling the plans with me. He moved close again until we had made a complete circuit. I should have just punched him in the neck.
The other work related one are people that come into our offices (we sell roofing) and think it’s a design centre. They want to hang out for hours, pull out swatches. I think one lady thought she was shoe shopping. It’s a roof. There are only so many choices unless you have some really major cash.
Oh here’s a big one. Teenage cashiers that call me hun. My God that grates on me. I’ve told a couple of the stupid twats they could call me ma’am since I was at least 20 years older than them.
Small dogs that lick my toes when I wear sandals. I want to kick them.
I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed despite a very nice wake up call.
It really pisses me off when I see people with young kids get divorced. Can’t they put their egos aside for a while and be parents? If wives and husbands would just shut up at each other, be polite and empathetic, and put more effort into being married and raising their kids, then the kid has a chance at a life.
Newsflash: life will not get better if you have to live in a rathole apartment and pay child support.
People that espouse modern medicine and science as dangerous and that “its kills more people than it saves” and that their £100 an hour treatments with their herbal/homopathic/chi wizard will do them the world of good
People emailing me thinking ill give them thorough bespoke training programs for free
The fact my rent is so high
just about everyone that lives in surrey (south west wealth corridor), UK
