Pet hates

[Benbow]

While racking my brains for something suitable to complete Crusoe's 'Fantastic Four' limerick in the Sandbox, I couldn't help but ponder the misery inflicted upon me by cinema audiences. Why is it necessary to have a picnic during a film? Is it so difficult to go two hours without feeling the need to consume copious amounts of popcorn, sweeties and fizzy drinks? It irritates me no end.
Does anyone else have a pet hate which they would like to air?

[Naberius]

At last... I've wanted to post this on my "other" forum for quite some time, but the persons involved read said forum... in the interest of diplomacy, I resisted.

I cannot stand waiting. Don't get me wrong, I'm a very laid back person, and very few people know just how tense expectancy makes me. And it's not just any waiting. It's waiting for someone to get ready to go somewhere, or waiting for them to arrive when they're already late. This could tie into my hatred of being late.

A few weekends ago a friend was supposed to drive me to an event that we were to attend together. This friend was supposed to arrive at 11:30 AM, and arrived at 2:00 PM. An explanation was offered, as though this was supposed to make such an inconsiderate act excusable. And had it been a one time event, it might have. But this friend does this ALL THE TIME.

Just this weekend I was scheduled to see some very good friends perform at a festival at noon. What time did we arrive at the festival? 3PM. My friend assured me, "Don't worry, you can see them at the next festival in a few weeks."

Unfortunately I am far too passive to let on to my friend just how much this irritates and inconveniences me. But you can rest assured that for the upcoming festival(s) I will be driving independently.

[Upsetter]

I read Nabs post, pondered the subject and was going to say the exact same thing as Benbow.

I suppose it can be widened to everything really. Only a few days ago I was in a fish and chip shop queue - a very popular plaice - and the woman in front of me was casually peeling an orange and casually tossing - in a particularly galling & dopey way - the peel on the floor.

Same with cig packets tossed out of cars etc..on and on. I've ceased to bother anymore. In fact I don't really get that angry because its a common event of daily life.

[moonbeam]

(I don't particularly like to hear the word ''hate''.)

Flying. Every moment between setting off for the airport at some unsociable hour and leaving the arrivals lounge at my destination. It's an awful way to travel, imo.

I've heard people can die from the experience.

[Captain Nudnick]

So? People can, and do, die while on the nest... It's not a condemnation of screwing!

[Nurse Duckett]

Agreeing with Moonbeam here if "pet hates" can be interpreted as "things which drive me mad", then, Easy;

People (well, a certain person in particular) who tries to finish my sentences. Success rate? About 1%. All the rest of the time he is wrong, wrong, wrong. This would be enough to drive the calmest person round the bend after all this time. I have tried everything I can think of to stop this irritating near-compulsion of his including staying mute and communicating on Post-It notes. This is particularly galling when he won't finish his own flipping sentences! He'll say, for instance, "Where is the....................." and look at me interrogatively. He (I found this out after about 20 years) thinks he has finished the question, out loud, see?

Also a certain person's certain relative who resorts to emotional blackmail on a weekly basis.

Also a certain person's apparently ineradicable need to have five different radios on all over the house all the time, all too loud.

Also cheapskates who argue over tiny little amounts of money saved or spent: life is too short.

Also nitpickey fusspot pedants who (attempt) to correct tiny little details in an otherwise flowing narrative, thus missing the point entirely.

Also people who bang on the door and interrupt vitally important things (see another thread post earlier this afternoon) with trying to sell you something you do not want or need.

Also queue-jumpers, especially the aged crones who seem to think that just because they've stayed alive for 80+ years they have somehow gained the right not to queue any more.

Also shop assistants who do not assist. They just chew gum and shove your pint of milk into yet another non bio-degradable plastic carrier bag, then have the nerve to get all narky when I point out that no further wrapping is necessary. And the same shop "assistants" who put the change in your outstretched hand notes first then coins on top.

Oh I'm fed up with this. There are far too many things which drive me mad. It's a wonder I have any marbles left. Now where's the next spreadsheet?

[moonbeam here]

captainnudnick said:

So? People can, and do, die while on the nest... It's not a condemnation of screwing!

But as a choice of death.... it's no contest, really.

[Luxury Yacht]

"Superiors" at work who preface an outrageous request with "Could you please do me a favour?"

Look, sunshine, we know that it's going to be followed by asking us to do something really menial like fetch you a sandwich, when we're in the middle of month end or something equally important. Prefacing it with the word "favour" doesn't make it any less of an order.

Newspaper shops who get your delivery orders wrong however many times you tell them, and oblige you to go to their shop to complain, when the whole POINT of placing an order for deliveries was to allow you to avoid having to go the shop

[Crusoe]

nurseduckett said:

People (well, a certain person in particular) who tries to finish my

pudding?

nurseduckett said:

sentences.

Oh. Sorry.

nurseduckett said:

Also nitpickey fusspot pedants who (attempt) to correct tiny little details in an otherwise flowing narrative, thus missing the point entirely.

That reminds me of this:

"People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do."

I can’t actually think of any pet hates, at the moment: I don’t even hate pets, at the moment. I’m sure that something will come to me, sooner or later.

[Nurse Duckett]

luxuryyacht said:

"Superiors" at work who preface an outrageous request with "Could you please do me a favour?"

Look, sunshine, we know that it's going to be followed by asking us to do something really menial like fetch you a sandwich, when we're in the middle of month end or something equally important. Prefacing it with the word "favour" doesn't make it any less of an order.

I had once of those once, Lux. Drove me round the bend. It wasn't even "something really menial" like wot you instanced either, it was just more work, another bit of just more work. Eventually of course, I shouted said words to the effect of "so which bit of that request is the favour, then?" Was this "Superior" of yours a woman with a screeching voice when talking to other women and a sickening simpering manner when talking to men? Yes? Sounds like the same ghastly one. You have my sympathies

[Nurse Duckett]

webb said:

That reminds me of this:

"People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do."

Oh he doesn't think he knows everything, Crusoe. He'll readily admit that whilst he knows nearly everthing, I am expected to know all the other bits he doesn't know, and is genuinely amazed when I don't instantly answer, for instance, the (rummages through brain trying to think of good example) how many hectares in the nearest park (even though we don't use foreign rubbish like hectares to measure anything here).

I can’t actually think of any pet hates, at the moment: I don’t even hate pets, at the moment. I’m sure that something will come to me, sooner or later.

I'll help you out. Sure you have a pet hate! Anyone who says If[/i][/b] England win the Ashes, when of course the word they are searching for is when.

[Crusoe]

nurseduckett said:

I can’t actually think of any pet hates, at the moment: I don’t even hate pets, at the moment. I’m sure that something will come to me, sooner or later.

I'll help you out. Sure you have a pet hate! Anyone who says If

[/i][/b] England win the Ashes, when of course the word they are searching for is when. [/quote]

A good point, Nursie.

In fact, I knew it wouldn’t take long to think of another and, having been out at lunchtime, I nominate:-

inconsiderate joggers who terrorise pedestrians

inconsiderate cyclists who ride on the footpath and terrorise pedestrians.



I feel better for that.

[Nurse Duckett]

webb said:

inconsiderate cyclists who ride on the footpath and terrorise pedestrians.



I feel better for that.

Well you knew I'd rise to that bit of bait, Crusoe.

Round here there is a footpath clearly marked Cycle Path, so when I'm out along it, and inconsiderate pedestrians glare at me for so doing, I think they're clearly not locals then.

No, I don't ride on pavements other than that one.

Anyway, here's another one. Manufacturers who know not the meaning of "After Sales Service". We bought a new fax machine recently. P*nas*nic is the brand to AVOID. The fax machine doesn't cost much but the consumables cost a lot and the machine eats them at an alarming rate. If you try to buy more consumables off P*nas*nic's website you have to register first. The registration function does not work. I have tried from four different computers both dial-up and broadband, both Mac and PC. If you "fail" to register you have to pay more for the flipping stuff. And, oh this one is good - if you try to point this out to them by fax or email or phone,

they
just
ignore
you
until
you
give up in disgust.

Then you get on a public messageboard and tell the entire world that P*nas*nic are CRAP @ After Sales Service!

Ta Daa. I feel better now.

[Pooka]

Uh...


1. A friend who gives his girlfriend your mobile number, who then calls and leaves messages to pass on?



I feel better for that.



2. Slimy, slithering, dirty ol' reptiles. And bugs the size of birds.

Well, the box top says "Pet hates"...

[Lux Interior]

puka said:

1. A friend who gives his girlfriend your mobile number, who then calls and leaves messages to pass on?



I feel better for that.

What, you mean that there are people around who are so hopeless that they have to get their friends to make phone calls for them?

Well, well.

Tsk.