You Know What Grinds My Gears? - Things that personally piss you off

People that answer the phone loudly talking to another person next to them before actually addressing the party calling to them. You dial the number and RING...RING...RING immediately followed by "-told that bitch she come by I'ma fuck her and her kids up! Hello?"

It's mostly niggers.


People who park in 2 spots on streets where parking is limited.

People who think they can fix things and end up doing thousands of dollars on their cars/homes appliances. Nearly every car in the united states has been impossible to hotwire since about 2001 or so (there are some exceptions). People call up and ask how much to make a key to a car and they say oh no that's too much auto-zone wants 15$ and you charging me 200$? anywhere between 6-24 hours they call back asking how much to repair everything they broke and also make that key.
 
The escalator is at its best when you use it to climb stairs faster.
are you fucking insane?
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I ain't walking up this thing
If you really want to just stand there then go take the goddamn elevator.
elevators are just rape dungeons that go floor to floor
 
Got the train back to my idyllic English village with my wife, on the occasional day she doesn't work from home.

Two chubby, mouthy, white girls were sat opposite us (to the side, not front,) talking way too fucking loudly, occasionally shouting and screaming as they video called a third party. They were about 30 I'd guess.

I'm a confrontational fuck, so I was waiting for them to escalate to the point where my interjecting was entirely justified. It didn't quite get there before one of them got off, and the other shut the fuck up. Not before, however, the girl outside 'danced' and sang in a likely drunken stupor while her friend filmed her.

A few other women cheered this behaviour on from the train, while her friend explained she was a 'lively mother.' I'd be astonished if that didn't mean 'irresponsible single mother.'

Nobody has standards anymore, especially women. Women encouraging other women to be artless, uncouth, rude and inconsiderate retards. Anyone who naysays is a misogynist, 'you just hate women,' or am 'incel.'

There was a very elderly woman sat opposite to me and my wife the entire journey. I'd guess she was at least eighty. I could tell by her occasional side glances she was thinking EXACTLY the same thing I was.

How long until manners and decency are as strange and antiquated as curtseying and leaving 'visiting' cards? I feel like we're pretty fucking close to it already.
 
Picture this: you're sitting in a passenger seat of a car, wearing your seatbelt like a responsible person, taking it easy when you suddenly drop something. Now because you dared to reach down and grab it at faster than a snails pace, the seatbelt has locked up and refuses to unlock unless you send in written notice to it three businesses days in advance.
 
People who ask a question & expect you to not only give them the answer but do it for them too.

Speed demon tailgaters hugging the ass of my truck. Have a broken pipe wrench that I'm considering welding to the bumper as a deterrent, a trick I learned from an old boomer.
I just drop it back 5mph see how that works for them ... if they flash lights make it 10. If they keep it up we can treat it like a school zone I don't care. It's even worse if you're going 5-10 OVER the speed limit and they're still up your ass like a faggot on pay day. I'm with this it's in my top 5 gear grinds.

The way I see it if they're in such a rush they're driving up my ass then they certainly don't have the time to stop & fight me
 
I've run into several mildly infuriating aspects of modernity just because I want to read a certain piece of classic literature, The Haunting of Hill House.
  1. No, I didn't know that Netflix made an adaptation. No, I don't want to watch it. No, I don't want a copy of the novel with a literal Netflix ad as the cover.
  2. I can't get a straight answer in any reasonable amount of time as to whether or not any publications of it have been altered since the original. The cunting AI makes my lizard brain kick in and want to huck my shoes at my monitor because it outright refuses to answer when I ask, ignoring inquiry parameters. I tell it repeatedly that I want to know of any changes, regardless of significance or reasoning, yet all it will do is say that no "significant alterations" have been made in between spewing summaries and adverts for adaptations. Yes, I find it significant if anything has been reworded, especially if it was to make it more PC or otherwise modern. Regular search results are the same, but worse.
  3. No one seems to have any problem with that absolute hack, Stephen King, for stealing it, shitting it up with cringe inducing cheese and having the fucking audacity to rename the dead author's work. The only wordings I see are excusing "Stephen King's" Rose Red as "inspired by" and an "adaptation", as though he didn't do what he did for anyone to see, conveniently before the Internet was at every fingertip. I wonder/can't recall what other stories that absolutely incompetent, unimaginative faggot has stolen and renamed with his own name shackled onto it in bigger font than the fake title.
Motherfucker, I just want to read some classic spook, not go down an entire rabbit hole of kikery.
 
I keep witnessing, in real life and online, women getting the shit kicked out of them by their cats and complaining about it, and it is the clearest most unambiguous evidence that women cannot raise children.

Bitch you are ten times its size. You don't even have to hurt it, just press down on it so it understands that you are stronger, and it will treat you the way you want it to. It's neither complicated nor difficult. You have the power to solve your own problem and you choose to suffer.
 
I keep witnessing, in real life and online, women getting the shit kicked out of them by their cats and complaining about it, and it is the clearest most unambiguous evidence that women cannot raise children.

Bitch you are ten times its size. You don't even have to hurt it, just press down on it so it understands that you are stronger, and it will treat you the way you want it to. It's neither complicated nor difficult. You have the power to solve your own problem and you choose to suffer.
My cat, when he'd get an attitude? I'd scoop him up, and he'd hiss at me, and I'd chuckle and tell him to stop running his mouth. And this was a 15+ pound Maine Coon. It ain't that hard to show a normal-size housecat who's the boss.
 
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