I hate..

Those bumper stickers that show stick figure families (usually on minivans and SUVs).

I hate it when people pronounce words totally wrong and blame it on the region they live in.

Evidently, here in North Carolina it is taught that there are 52 states in the US...because I can't figure out where "Ha Why Ya" and "Miz Ur Ya" are located.

And it's worse when people make fun of the ones who are actually pronouncing things correctly...

People who are in a group but spread out and none of them move as they see you try to walk by so you have to BRUSH by and then they look at you like "UGH!" Happened a lot at the airport this week.

I hate when people use my house as a bus stop.

My house used to be a corner candy store, so I have no front yard, just a small stoop with steps. And people seem to think it's a frickin' park bench or something. This morning, two rather drunk sounding men were sitting out there, talking LOUDLY about their losses at the casino and dropping f-bombs every other word, smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. And left cigarette butts and empty coffee cups on my garden wall.

Despite being a kick *kitten* warrior, I'm intimidated to tell off two men to bugger off, because it would be far too easy for them to force their way into the house as I opened the door to shoo them away. Especially as they sounded drunk or something. Last time a crazy person was yammering loudly outside, he was arrested high on bath salts... and proceeded to get arrested high on them THREE DAYS IN A ROW. And another time, my husband called the cops on some old drunk guy, who later harassed me, while I was outside painting my steps, for calling the cops on him.

I hate ignorant people like that.

And most of all, I hate when I don't feel safe in my own house. I hate being reminded that safety is an illusion. That as strong and tough as I am, even if I was a martial arts master and/or could shoot like Annie Oakley*, as a small woman, I could be overpowered by a drunk, stoned or crazed man. Let alone two.




* Useless fact... my maternal grandfather won a sharp-shooting contest against Annie Oakley, and used his prize money to buy my grandmother's engagement ring.

I hate it when you are trying to pass someone in the grocery store, you say "excuse me" and they
just leer at you and don't move.

I hate it when people don't respect other property.

I hate saggy pants.

I hate cute puppy dogs, NFL football, and beautiful women with large natural breasts...


...and MFP.

Almost forgot...cigars, too...

I hate it when people forward emails that are full of lies and they don't bother to check facts. I friggen hate that.

I hate it when I get gas :grumble: :grumble: :grumble: :grumble: :grumble:

OMG i hate that one too!
P.S. you made me laugh!

I hate when people ask you for help and then tell you that you're doing it wrong. If you're so convinced that I'm doing it wrong, then why in the world did you ask me for my help?

...people that don't use their turn signals. They're there for a reason.

People who wear pajamas out in public. I am overweight and pants don't fit me right but I get dressed for the day....bedtime is over people!

THANK YOU! This is a HUGE pet peeve of mine! L-A-ZZZZZ-Y!!!!!!

I HATE PEOPLE WHO FART IN PUBLIC AND WHOEVER IS WITH THEM FEELS THE NEED TO ANNOUNCE IT

People who call my job on a holiday and say "Are you open?"

No. You dumbass ... I'm just sitting here, in the dark, alone - WAITING in anticipation for your call.

Or they'll ask "How late are you guys open today?"

I say "24 hours"

And they say

"On the 4th of July? You're open 24 hours? When will you close?"

GR! We won't be closing until 6pm on Christmas Eve.

Douche.

I'm so sorry I have done that "Are you guys open?" line. :embarassed: