Stupid things that instantly piss you off

[Veronica]

That's funny. I run on a multi-use path that sees very little use. If I see ten people in a seven mile run, that's a crowd. But I am always so careful to stay to the right anyway.

Veronica

[Eden]

People who chew with their mouths open!!!! Nothing instantly po's me more than someone who sits down next to me in the cafeteria and proceeds to smack and champ and chaw like a #@$% cow - double that irritation if they are eating something loud and cruchy.

[PamNY]

That's funny. I run on a multi-use path that sees very little use. If I see ten people in a seven mile run, that's a crowd. But I am always so careful to stay to the right anyway.Veronica

I ride on a very, very crowded bike path in Manhattan, so I see everything.

Serious runners are a different breed -- they even signal turns. Casual runners are a disaster waiting to happen.

[MomOnBike]

I am aware that I am in a tiny minority here, but I hate, hate, hate it when I am addressed by my first name by cashiers, service people, etc. who don't know me, have never known me and will more than likely never see me again. My first name is for people I have personal relationships with. Period.

I am aware that their employers train them to use my name, so I don't blame them, but keep my name out of our one-time business relationship.

Thank you for listening. I feel better now.

[Biciclista]

I am aware that I am in a tiny minority here, but I hate, hate, hate it when I am addressed by my first name by cashiers, service people, etc. who don't know me, have never known me and will more than likely never see me again. My first name is for people I have personal relationships with. Period.

I am aware that their employers train them to use my name, so I don't blame them, but keep my name out of our one-time business relationship.

Thank you for listening. I feel better now.

especially when they need to be carded to buy beer?

[PamNY]

I am aware that I am in a tiny minority here, but I hate, hate, hate it when I am addressed by my first name by cashiers, service people, etc. who don't know me, have never known me and will more than likely never see me again. My first name is for people I have personal relationships with. Period.

How do they know your name? Reading a credit card is the only way I can think of.

[spokewench]

I hate it when the toilet paper doesn't get replaced in the bathroom stall at work or the bathroom at home!

[ColoKate]

It's pretty rare that I get annoyed or worked up but I was on a plane a few weeks ago coming home from a business trip and a very loud, crude man sat next to me. He kept referring to the flight attendant as "dude" and was muttering demeaning things about him under his breath just because they needed to put his jacket in the storage bin. I hate adult men calling other people "dude" whether to be insulting or to sound cool. To make it worse, he reeked of smoke AND he chewed gum with his mouth open and smacked/blew/popped bubbles the entire time. Right when we landed, a baby started hysterically screaming and I was soooo thankful. I was in a murderous rage by that point.

[Selkie]

I AND he chewed gum with his mouth open and smacked/blew/popped bubbles the entire time. .

This is one I forgot! Open mouth/smacking gum--falls under the category of rude, I guess.

I've taken to wearing a walkman/listening to music at work because the woman who sits behind me brings dishes---stonewear---to eat her meals off of at her desk (which in itself is weird). She scrapes/bangs her cutlery against the stonewear, trying to get every last morsel. I feel like screaming, JUST LICK THE F'ing PLATE!! And to make it worse: she cooks up the smelliest food (reminds me of a stale bathroom, if you get my drift). Thank goodness I'll have my own office in about a month.

[nscrbug]

How do they know your name? Reading a credit card is the only way I can think of.

Our names get printed on our receipts at certain grocery stores...especially the ones that you use a "preferred shopper's card". But yes, I don't like it either when I'm at the register paying and they say to me "Thank you for shopping at Dominick's, Linda"...it's just creepy to me.

[VeloVT]

I am aware that I am in a tiny minority here, but I hate, hate, hate it when I am addressed by my first name by cashiers, service people, etc. who don't know me, have never known me and will more than likely never see me again. My first name is for people I have personal relationships with. Period.

I am aware that their employers train them to use my name, so I don't blame them, but keep my name out of our one-time business relationship.

Thank you for listening. I feel better now.

Hee hee! One of my credit cards has my first and middle initials, and my last name. This happens to be H. E. <lastname>. Except the card just has capital letters, no periods, so you might interpret the name as "HE." Clerks at this kind of store get very flustered when I give them this card

I'm not a huge fan of being called "Miss Lastname." Although "Mrs. Lastname" would bug me even more. I definitely expect "Ms. Lastname." It so happens that I'm not married, but it's no one's business.

At 30 I've graduated from "miss" to "ma'am", which I feel conflicted about too.

Littering is perhaps my biggest pet peeve. I will carry a cup or bottle for hours (or even home) until I can find a proper receptacle for it (ideally a recycling bin if available). It makes me furious when I see trash that has been obviously left for others to pick up. This is one of my biggest beefs with smokers -- they seem to think it's somehow not littering to drop their butts all over the place.

I also hate that airlines mostly put their recyclables (cans, plastic cups, newspapers) in with trash, when they could easily be separated and recycled.

[VeloVT]

Also, on the "other people's kids" theme, on my last plane flight I had to endure a kid kicking my back and kneading my seat with his feet continuously for the entire two hour flight. At one point, I turned around and said in a nice, baby-talky voice, "you know, when you kick my seat, it hurts my back." The mom glared at me and said, "He's TWO. I'm TRYING." He continued to kick my back for the rest of the flight, with no intervention from mom.

I would never have been allowed to get by with that behavior as a two year old. Unfortunately, I also had the misfortune of being treated as two year old until I was about 20, but at least I was a well-behaved toddler.