Price tags that won't come off.

Where does this super strength sticky stuff come from and why won't it just peal off without trouble?

You try pealing slowly or quickly, but it doesn't matter, it still rips leaving half the paper on. You try to rub it off, but it just spreads the sticky residue all over the place. You try applying some hot water, or Simple Green, and just end up making more of a mess.

Unnecessarily sticky price tags. I hate you.

Poor Craftsmanship.

Greed.

Litterbugs.

Famine.

Elevator small talk.
I hate being in elevators with other people, it's one of the most irritating things ever. Trapped in a tiny little box, totally in a each other's space. It doesn't matter if it's a perfect stranger or a co-worker, I hate it. Especially when the perfect strangers speak to you - it should be illegal. There should be a sign in all elevators:

REMEMBER WHAT MOTHER SAID
DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS
$3000 FINE.

There are 2 elevators that go to my floor here at work. One is very old and someone gets stuck in it about twice a year. The other is relatively newer, 3X the size of the other and infinitely more reliable. I take the old one every time, beause no one else does. I'd rather get stuck in an elevator than increase my chances of having to ride one with someone. Everyone at work thinks I'm crazy for taking it.

There's one guy one floor below who does the same thing. He works at the court reporting agency, and he is quite possibly the creepiest person I've ever been in an elevator with. I know we both HATE it when one or the other of us is riding the elevator in peace and the elevator door opens unexpectedly to the other person's face. We have never spoken a single word.

He is very greasy looking, and has EXTREMELY thick, brown plastic framed glasses that make his eyes very beady. The thing that I cannot get over is this:

When I am on the elevator, and he gets on, NO MATTER WHERE I am stading, he must stand in a small space about 5 inches away from the door exactly centered between the door jams. Every time.

When I get on the elevator, and suprise him, HE WON'T MOVE. I have to squeeze around him. Seriously.

I've thought several times about saying something, ANYTHING to find out if all the silent hostility I sense between us really exists, and why the hell he won't move from that irritating little spot.

The problem is, I can't break my no talking to strangers in the elevator rule and it's killing me.

the "don't touch me" rush hour train douche.

If somebody's humping the shit out of your leg, hey, "don't touch me" makes a lot of sense, but if crowded trains piss you off that much, take a helicopter to work or move anywhere but the most densely populated city in the Western Hemisphere.

I live on the 14th floor.
Similar to gripe to Rachel's (sort of the opposite actually). Except i hate awkward silence, and prefer talk over silence.
Not like life changing topics, just something to ease the atmosphere and make things friendly, unless it's some woman that looks at you like some rapist just for sharing a lift... in which case we can both suffer in silence.

Oh yeah, people who stand right in front of the lift, knowing full well the people need to get out first.
THey should paint a little area on the ground like they do cashmachines... actually, people standing very close when your taking cash out, and it's usually couples...

Standing in line with impatient people, who stand RIGHT behind you, to the point of touching sometimes. WHY?!?!? It's the number of heads in the line that matter, not the fucking spacing. Seriously, I've come close to throwing elbows so may times.

aew wrote:Standing in line with impatient people, who stand RIGHT behind you, to the point of touching sometimes. WHY?!?!? It's the number of heads in the line that matter, not the fucking spacing. Seriously, I've come close to throwing elbows so may times.

How about when the person in line behind you stands NEXT to you? I'm 5'3", mofo. What can't you see from behind me, you shifty effin' spaz?

The benefit of this is, of course, that if they are next to you, it is easier to:
stab
stab
stab

itchy mcgoo wrote:How about when the person in line behind you stands NEXT to you? I'm 5'3", mofo. What can't you see from behind me, you shifty effin' spaz?

I would actually say something at that point... not like my dad, who fights at every opportunity... just something like "sorry mate, but what's the rush?", mind you I stand at 5'7, so i doubt they'd drop a nugget.

Girl guitars.
The idea of a smaller, lighter guitar definitely appeals to me as even my strat is semi-unweildy. I would probably get one if they weren't ALL. PINK. (Or pastel purple or blue or flower shaped)
And if they didn't have stupid names like "Vixen" and "Goddess."
They're all so horrible. Yet usually when I go into the local guitar store here one of the salesmen wants to show me where the daisy rock guitars are, or asks if I'm buying that pedal for my boyfriend.


Goddess (also comes in pink!)



Vixen (also comes in pink!)



Daisy Rock





ew.

I know plenty of dudes who want this one.

aew wrote:

itchy mcgoo wrote:How about when the person in line behind you stands NEXT to you? I'm 5'3", mofo. What can't you see from behind me, you shifty effin' spaz?

I would actually say something at that point... not like my dad, who fights at every opportunity... just something like "sorry mate, but what's the rush?", mind you I stand at 5'7, so i doubt they'd drop a nugget.

Oh, I hate that one. Grocery stores are the worst. I usually just nonchalantly take a step back so that they have to get outta my ass. Hopefully I'll step on a toe.

Here's one maybe...

Overuse of the word "typically." I hear it a lot in my line of work. "Typically, the blah blah I'm tyring to sound more official and intelligent than I really am, please be impressed blah."

Go play in the street, bud.