- Not knowing the difference between "your" and "you're"
- Also not knowing the difference between "there", "their" and "they're"
Are you an editor or writer, EC? Just wondering. Usually only editors really care about this kind of thing.
Deb won't like this first one:
Too MANY handicapped-only parking spots in a parking lot. The rest of us would like to park, too.
One-third of the damn lot does NOT need to be blue. The proof? All those unused handicapped spots I see even when the rest of the lot is packed.
People who buy 80 gazillion lottery tickets at a checkout register ahead of me while I’m trying to buy one lousy beer—and who insist on using all their special (and of course losing) numbers, instead of just quick-pick. “41…[3 minutes to check paper]…12…[checks paper again for 5 minutes, now fishes out glasses]….3…..†And THEN decide they want
another 50 sets of numbers from some other lottery.
Mrs. Godot moving things from one spot in the house to another, me then not being able to find them, and her later saying “well, I put them where they belong.†Oh yeah? And who made you Lord of All Storage Space Designations, honey? I say the hammers belong in the hall closet.
People leaving the tv or radio on in the background when I’m on the phone with them. Not only is that rude and classless, but I can’t even understand how they can stand to carry on a conversation that way.
People who won’t let you off the phone, even when you’re grunting in monosyllables.
People who carry on ultra-long phone conversations. These are almost always women. Say what
needs to be said and end it.
People who park right up to the edges of driveways—leaving no clearance for the driveway owners—even when there’s plenty of room behind them.
Silly misspellings on Fox News banners.
Cash register workers who always seem to pick ME as the guy who has to wait while they count the draw. No, never the people with 3 full carts, it’s got to be ME, with my 10-15 items.
Tradesmen/repairmen who make appointments, don’t show up, AND don’t call to let you know that they’re going to have to break the appointment. I’ve likely taken a half day off just for this, or laid aside a good portion of the day for them. Of course, no one gets to pull that on me a second time.
Any wanton cruelty to animals (I don’t mean hunting). Vesta’s chained dogs in the winter also piss me off bigtime. Also people who leave their dogs chained up in the rain, and in the worst heat of summer with no water and to be tortured by flies; I saw this being done to a friendly-as-you-could-want Pit Bull after he playfully wrecked a flower bed; then the owners chained the poor animal up; great, not just cruelty, but, hey, why don’t we madden a friendly member of a sometimes dicey breed while we’re at it? (I reported this, by the way.) People who throw things at cats, as if a little yowling at night is worth hurting them. People who put down POISON for cats. I’d like to force feed it to those bastards.
Recycling. At all. I can remember when there was none, as I’m sure most of you can, and damnit, what the hell am I paying my taxes for? You (city managers) want the garbage sorted, YOU sort it; I pay A LOT of city tax and property tax and you can damn well take my garbage mixed any way I want it.
By the way, Houston—does Julia Roberts have one of the biggest mouths on earth, or what? I mean her bite circumference, not how much she talks. We’re talking hyena here. Good grief. Remember in Fright Night, when Jerry Dandridge (the vampire) takes a bite out of an apple and ¾ of it is gone? She could do that.
