Pet Peeves

Having spent a lot of years working in a bookstore, I'd say one of my biggest peeves is parents who drop their children in the kids section and assume the employees will look after them.
Then the little dears tear up entire sections you just shelved and the parents are confused as to why you can't find the obscure picture book they want.

It also happens in the toy sections of retail stores where I worked which is even worse.
I try to be polite but it's hard not to tell them they are lucky something didn't happen to their child.
Every once in a while you get the parent who makes their kids clean up their mess and you really want to run over and hug them.

 

Pet peeves, are you kidding....
Lets start with driving.....
Why do people race up to a RED light?
Why not use that lever on the left of the steering wheel...ya' know the F*****G TURN SIGNAL indicator...what is it a secret or can't you decide what you are going to do in advance.
Get the HELL out of the left lane if you are going just the speed limit, it's not your job to limit MY speed.
Again, iF you are CHANGING LANES ON THE HIGHWAY SIGNAL you A** ***E
MORONS on HARLEY motorcycles your noisy shit sucks...
More??? Lets just start with those

 

When it comes to driving, I hate it when pedestrians take their sweet time crossing the street, especially when the light changes or a car is OK to turn. I speed-walk when their are cars waiting for me, why can't everybody else? Also, as DAKA put it, "MORONS on HARLEY motorcycles your noisy shit sucks..." The sound a backpack makes when the straps rub against it makes my ears bleed, and styrofoam rubbing together is annoying too. When people shove their opinion in my face, but are unwilling to debate it. There are others, but I think that I have a pretty small amount of pet peeves (though what pet peeves I do have tend to infuriate me).

My biggest pet peeve of all, though, is when something bad or startling happens- say a heavy object falls and makes a loud noise, a child trips and cuts or bruises him/herself, a fire starts in your house- and somebody just screams. My mom used to do that, one time my little brother fell off a stool and my mom literally shrieked before helping him. When someone's first reaction in a bad situation is to scream instead of keep cool and/or help, my first reaction is to sign him/her up for the death penalty, I can't stand it.

 

I'm a Grammar Nazi. But mostly on paper. And more often in my head, not openly to embarrass people.

 

I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE PUSH THE LOCK BUTTON THERE KEYLESS REMOTE AND MAKE THE HORN BLOW 4 OR 5 TIMES. ONCE IS ENOUGH

 

People who can't be bothered to back up a little and park between the white lines.

People who intentionally park to take two spaces (hey, asshole, if you're that worried about your precious vehicle, park way out in the parking lot, or drive up several floors in the parking garage, where there are plenty of parking spaces).

People who "wake up" and speed up when you go to pass them on the freeway, only to "go back to sleep" after you pass. One asshole went from 72 to 88 when I tried to go around him. Once I passed him, he quickly went back to sleep.

Motorcyclists who do the above, but intentionally. Our Highlander weighs about 3400 pounds, and has four wheels on the ground. If I seriously wanted to get over in front of you, I'd just indicate, speed up considerably, and change lanes regardless of your effort not let me pass you and change lanes in front of you.

 

People who play let's see how close I can get to the bicyclist when they drive past.
People who pull so far out in a the intersection that you have to swerve into oncoming traffic to get past them.
People who honk their horn as they come up on you, I heard you a long time ago asshole.
People who throw things at you.
People who ignore your hand signals, don’t signal themselves, try to drive over you, then give you a dirty look for getting in their way.

 

Women who wear dresses than end up looking like sausage casings. If I can see your bra lines, your belly button, your underwear lines, and your cellulite clearly through the fabric AND it's bunching up every time you move, get some new clothes. I have all of those things, except the clothes riding up, but I don't expose them via my clothing.

 

noodle
How about this, here in South Fl, we go out to Blue Martini occasionally on a Friday evening for happy hour. we get a laugh from watching the "outfits" on some of the 60 and 70 year old trying to look 30's or even 50's...good lord, did you look in the mirror before you left the house....did you wear your glasses or contacts.....what a show....then there are the "uncles" with their "nieces" ..... oh and park my Lambo up front... (that is a show in itself, ever watch a tightly dressed young lady get out of a really low slung car......wow nice underwear....)

 

Your sarcasm is clearly misplaced given your audience, Good Sir. Lambo passenger seats are designed for young women in very short dresses so as provide maximum flashing potential.

I believe it is in the manual somewhere.

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I don't like mediocrity. I expect when something is done, it will be assessed to confirm it is completed.

Like, say, painting a wall. You might want to check to see if you've painted all the corners. Just... go over it. It would absolutely be a best practice if you, say, operate a painting business.

 

I love people watching in South Florida, @DAKA, I adore it. I'm taking about the 50 year old woman who was sausaged into a white dress... For work. When women are in their 70s, hell, wear what you want, you've earned it, ha ha.

 

People who violate others pet peeve just because knowing it's that persons pet peeve.
Corporate speak...
People who think they know how someone thinks, feels and forms judgements or opinions solely based on how they look.
Drivers that behave as though they posses no common sense or decency (this covers numerous driving pet peeves).