Innocuous things that make you irrationally angry (a list thread)

but my across the street neighbors are creepy and noisy and annoying and I know if I sat out there they'd just watch me the whole time

Ha, we have a back deck that I sit on for maybe a total of 1 hour every summer.

i think i would be a full blown alcoholic if i had a balcony/deck/porch

I am sitting outside right now, laptopping in backyard, drinking iced coffee.

that's some living

My next apartment will be a on as high a floor as possible, with a porch.

I used to have a porch (possibly-Chicago-style wood fire escape the size of a deck) and I sat there almost never, probably bc the view was of the alley. But I loved it as a place to use dust-making power tools and paint with nasty fumes.

I just looked out back at our deck and couldn't convince myself to sit there this evening. Wifi strength isn't good enough.

but wait, you can't have a porch above ground level surely

yeah a porch up high = balcony

Je55e, you remember our last place in gboro had that porch on the front. I seem to recall spending a lot of time on it. What changed????

That porch faced a nice yard and street w/out much car traffic and was a nice place to drink and feel like you were in the world without having to heavily interact with it. Our deck overlooks an ugly alley and power lines and the drunk neighbors mostly cement back "yard" and the occasional drunken cornhole game.

The only difference between or deck and our living room with the windows open is that the deck is fully outside and the wifi isn't as good.

I seem to recall spending a lot of time on it. What changed????

We get way less fucked up way less often these days.

but wait, you can't have a porch above ground level surely

This is the thing I'm referring to

http://i.imgur.com/GBjlf.jpg

which we call porches here.

But that's Mr. Porch to you.

The slats in our balcony lurch unnervingly when trodden on, so it mainly gets used as a giant window-box. A giant window-box you can walk through to wave goodbye to visitors and fill the neighbourhood with smoke by using one of those disposable barbecues in the middle of.

I like having it, though; some of the flats here don't have them and my flat is clearly BETTER.

AGAIN: People (especially in customer service jobs) who tell me I'm wrong when I am definitely right. Yesterday and today:

- I asked a guy at the guitar store if they had hi-fi ear plugs. He didn't understand, so I explained how they reduce volume with less distortion or muffled sound and they're used by musicians. He told me: "I don't think there is anything like that...." Another guy overheard and brought me a few brands from behind the counter. The first guy said, "Oh, yeh man, sorry, I thought you meant some kind of special earplugs." ???

- Guy at Home Depot who I asked for help finding wood hardener, which strengthens moderately-rotted wood so it's usable. Blank stare, so I described it further and he said, "Well, I guess you could use wood putty or glue, but if wood's rotten, it's just rotten and you gotta replace it." No "let me ask someone" or "let me show you where the wood putty is and maybe there's something there" - just "[I've never heard of such a thing so] it doesn't exist [and it's an impossible product]."

After wandering around I found it by the paint - two brands of it, several varieties of each.

I passed the guy in another aisle and I shook the bottle of Petrifier at him and said "There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy, asshole."

People who rsvp 'no' to my meetup events. Who gives a shit! I've got 800 members i'm pretty sure most of them won't be coming! And then they leave comments, 'I will try to be there. I will know for sure later this week'. Whatever! Tell someone who cares!

Journalists mangling the use of percentages to no end, as in "The number of women working in professional computing jobs dropped 8 percent to 25 percent between 2000 and 2011 while the number of men climbed 16 percent, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics." (NYT)

In the course of five words, "percent" is used two completely different ways, resulting in confusion. "number dropped by 8 percent" =/= "share of the total dropped by 8 percentage points"!!!

Young college-student neighbor renting in giant house next door has a very fancy shiny new Audi station wagon. it's clearly his pride and joy, disgustingly so. For the first week he showed up, I swear he was outside washing his car every night when we got home. We have a couple of elm trees that have poopy bugs that leave crap everywhere, so it's kind of a little bit understandable. They do mess up your car. But every night? OCD much? And besides that, he could just park down the street a little further and it wouldn't even be a thing. But of course noooo he HAS to park in front of our house, which is the other annoying thing. But LOL we go away for the weekend and when we come back, he's now got a freaking COVER for his precious Audi. Which he still parks in front of our house. Mr Veg sprayed it with the hose the other night on purpose while he was watering the garden. Tee hee.

pressing a bus stop bell as we left the busstop before I wanted to get off only to have the driver missing the stop I wanted. I said 'you're missing the stop' he then claiming I only pressed the bell as we passed it. So either the bus driver is a bs artist or the bell isn't working properly.

& this after the bus arrived very late or skipped 2 for some reason.
Definitely skipped 1 anyway.

Mr Veg sprayed it with the hose the other night on purpose while he was watering the garden.

haha awesome.

He completes me, lol

love that, VG. A & I definitely sit on our front porch and bitch to each other about people driving the wrong way down our one way street (some do this to get to an arena just north of us. BAD PEOPLE.)

omg that would send me round the bend

the arena *is* around the bend! Hahaha.

lol

in other IA news, I put on the wrong socks this morning and raaaaaaaagh they won't stay up and are wrinkling around the heel and I have to pull them up every 20 minutes and its making me fucking crazy

- when people eat bananas on public transportation. The smell of bananas in an enclosed space is so gross.

I hate when my shoes eat my socks! On that topic:

- that those clever little footie socks for wearing with flats only go up to a size 10, which they really don't even go up to a size 10.

ugh i hate bananas in general so yes
xpost

xpost and they fling off your feet like little slingshots when you try to wear them because they're really designed for size 8?
liars

pressing a bus stop bell as we left the busstop before I wanted to get off only to have the driver missing the stop I wanted. I said 'you're missing the stop' he then claiming I only pressed the bell as we passed it. So either the bus driver is a bs artist or the bell isn't working properly.

Reminds me of this experience, which I remember b/c of otto's response:

I think I'll call the CTA. The fucking bus fucked me today. I pulled the cord and it went 'ding!' and said "STOP REQUESTED" but the driver drove on. So I did it again at the next stop. HE DROVE ON STILL.

I tumbled to the front of the bus and said, "Excuse me, why are you not stopping?" He said "The bell doesn't work." Then I blacked out.

― dissonance in the divine accord (unclejessjess), Tuesday, May 9, 2006 2:51 PM (6 years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

it would've been better if he said "because you're not on the bus".

― otto midnight (otto midnight), Tuesday, May 9, 2006 2:53 PM (6 years ago) Bookmark

:D

- when people eat bananas on public transportation. The smell of bananas in an enclosed space is so gross.

― carl agatha, Thursday, 23 August 2012 19:58 (Yesterday) Permalink

The smell of almost any food becomes extremely gross in a subway or on a bus. This is not innocuous, it is noxious!

And it's also fucking savage.

A friend and I got on the train at Midway Airport followed by a guy eating a bowl of spaghetti. Besides being wrong and and a weird thing to eat on the train, it's baffling! Where did he get a bowl - not a to-go container - of spaghetti at Midway, which is a terminus?

Had a woman leap onto a bus with several slices of vegemite on toast a couple of weeks ago--that's smelly and dangerous stuff to be waving around as you stumble down the aisle of a moving bus

Last night i was at a grocery store, i had just bought some food and was now out front putting some of it into my backpack for the walk home. There was a bum just sitting on a bench like 50 feet away and when it was clear that i would be in that spot for more than 10 seconds he started shouting "Hey! Hey! Yo dude!" to get my attention. My policy w bums in these cases is to not acknowledge their existence, so i didn't. When he started saying "I know you can hear me", i got so mad i wanted to go over and tell him off.

But i didn't, cos i couldn't hear him, cos he was a piece of shit sitting in one spot yelling at people, so i just walked away.

I don't mind homeless people asking me for money in general, but yeah, it's happened a couple of times when I've been completely LADEN with bags, moving slowly and with no free hands, and I've been purposefully approached because I can't really get away, and I'm just LOOK MATE, even if I *had* any money to give you I wouldn't be able to access it, just FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE. In my head, anyway. In reality I'm very apologetic.

When this happens I do tend to liberally abuse the caps lock function in my mind.

(10 hours late post)
Bus drivers who tell people not to get on the bus with their rancid garlic-stinking kebabs are my heroes. But those people always seem to manage to get on the bus anyway, dammit.

When I lived further from town the one late bus home would always have someone who turned up at the last minute with a kebab and then go "c'mon mate, it's the last bus for 10 hours, I just bought this" etc etc every week until they were let on.

Man eating the most delicious-smelling chipshop chips on the bus on my way home when I'm starving hungry *quietly drools behind his book*

Lady at the store refusing to sell me cigarettes cos my license is expired. Give me a effing break!

Once got turned down like that because the cashier thought the three in my birthyear was a 9.

that's such baloney! don't get me started on ID and cigarettes, god they used to drive me up the wall with that shit when I immigrated

My ID is funny in that the geniuses thought putting a second black and white version of my photo in the background behind my birthdate on the license was a good idea. The thing is, my shoulder directly lines up with the year part making a 1 look like a 4

I remember showing my passport and the cashier saying 'oh sorry I can't accept that it has to have your height and weight on it' wtf

do states still put weight on licenses? they cut that from ours.

O the times when someone six years younger than me would be too young to buy smokes.

No kidding, no matter which way my license is interpreted, I'm legal to do whatever.