On the radio, especially NPR, when they don't bother editing out the lip noises of people talking so it sounds like they have a mouth full of mayonaise.

People who flush after they shit in a public place. Especially when it's something remarkably large or unsightly. What a waste of a perfect easy opportunity to make a complete stranger angry/disgusted.

^ That is pretty much the reason some dude started this blog: http://picturesofpeoplescanningqrcodes.tumblr.com

sunyab wrote:It's the '80s. Not the 80's. Jesus Christ.And also? Punctuation inside the goddamn quotation marks unless the quotation marks' implication is being called into question by the fucking quoter. I know it's a throwback to typesetting days, but some throwbacks outlive their practical functions, and simply indicate a respect for the craft. Tuck 'em inside, it's not that fucking hard, shithead.Both of these things drive me up the wall.

People pushing around kids that are too big to still be in a stroller. If the kids feet drag on the ground as you push them, they can walk.

When people ask hey, how's it going? as they walk past you without taking even a moment to stop or slow down to hear your answer, i.e. they don't really give a fuck how you're doing and are just asking out of habit.This happens to me almost daily and it seriously makes me want to kill. If you don't care one way or the other how someone else is doing, don't ask. All of these little social niceties that you're supposed to do, just because, need to stop.

givemenoughrope wrote:When I see someone I know and say, Hey, how's it going? and they tell me everything. They leave nothing out. Hey, tell me everything. I have all fucking day and I'm in too pleasant a mood and I forgot why. Remind me that life is disappointing but PLEASE...take your time.I agree with this. Nobody wants to hear someone else's life story in this situation. I'm just saying, don't ask if you can't be bothered to hear the other person's answer. Why waste your breath? Just go about your business. I do, unless I genuinely care how another person is doing at that particular moment. If that makes me a dick, so be it.

People dragging their feet. God dammit! Pick up your fucking feet! Related, but different: the sound of flip flops.

Don't know if this has been mentioned: backing into a parking space (not parallel parking) when it's not necessary. Sometimes a space is tight and backing in the easiest way to get that tight arc required. Some people do this all the time. The corollary to this is making a point of being able to exit one's parking spot by driving straight out, i.e., without having to back up. I could be wrong, but it's one of those things that I think says a lot about a personality.

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