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

Faggots that drive around town at night revving their fucking retarded motors. Small penis energy.
I might make a few people made here, but in the UK at least, if you see someone in a 'modified' car - bumper kits, fart cans, windscreen tints, additional lights, etc - then you can be CERTAIN they are a bona fide dickhead, literally no exceptions whatsoever.

It's one of the few stereotypes that has an almost iron clad certainty to it.
 
It's one of the few stereotypes that has an almost iron clad certainty to it.
Most stereotypes are fairly ironclad, with examples proving otherwise being an exception.

Tax: Occasionally, especially if I’m hosting a movie night or something, I’ll order a pizza delivered. I don’t do the third-party apps, because I don’t trust a driver I can’t complain to a manager about. When I did delivery, it was largely done by people who understood your money was entirely self-driven. Even with the advent of phone GPS, your income was based on your ability to successfully make deliveries. This transcended demographics, black or white man or woman. Recently, I can’t seem to get a single driver to show up without them calling my phone to ask where I’m at. It’s not like my address is particularly difficult to locate, but every time it’s somehow a battle just to get my fucking food. The guy tonight straight up went to my neighbor’s, and then up and left when no one answered. I’m fucking baffled, because when I did it I occasionally had to go to some kind of lengths because I knew if I didn’t make the delivery I didn’t get paid. Even the college guys just trying to make beer money understood this. Having worked in the industry, I’m inclined to tip more and am pro-tipping (that money comes from you, the customer anyway, I’d rather it have a direct impact in promoting people who do the job well), but fuck I’m really starting to struggle justifying to myself doing so.
 
Having worked in the industry, I’m inclined to tip more and am pro-tipping (that money comes from you, the customer anyway, I’d rather it have a direct impact in promoting people who do the job well), but fuck I’m really starting to struggle justifying to myself doing so.
Having to tip BEFORE the delivery is completed. At that point it's not a tip, it's a fucking bid.
 
I don't think that this would be a particularly hot take around here, but the memetic use of the word "weird".

I have to stop myself from using the word now because if you do use it, especially in a political context, I'm going to assume you're an easily programmed moron that doesn't think for yourself.

Seriously, I remember when I was in school, I was told when writing an essay to "use your own words". When the fuck did we lose that?
 
I always tip cash anyway.
Even with a card you’re expected to sign for the charge, just fill in a tip then,
This mostly applies to the general food delivery services like Ubereats and Doordash.
 
When you're watching something (I.E. movie or TV show) with someone for the first time and they ask you shit like "Who's that?" or "why did she do that?" Nigger how would I know? I've seen literally the exact same amount of movie/show as you have! How do you expect me to know more about something that hasn't been shown yet? Do you take me for some kind of psychic?
 
Starting sentences with a completely unnecessary "I mean" has really been grinding my gears lately. It's at the point where if I read a sentence beginning with it, I assume that the post(er) is probably worthless.

Person 1: "I like chocolate ice cream."
Person 2: "I mean yeah, it's pretty good."

Person 2 should be put in prison and I mean that.
i do that sometimes. It's just how i talk (:_(
What I fucking hate about zoomer slang is that it's pretty much all shit that people came up with nearly a century ago.
I've seen zoomer niggers use fucking "moxie" online. And then other zoomer niggers asking what it means, thinking it's some new slang that some rapper came up with. Absolutely ridiculous.
I'm visiting my parents. My dad gets a phone call from a number he doesn't know. Despite us telling him over and over to not answer numbers he doesn't know he answers it. Because he's a boomer he puts it on speaker. Pajeet woman claiming they need to send him a new medicare card but first they need *ALL* the information on it. I tell him "this is a scam, hang up." and he goes "lol no it isn't" and proceeds to give her all the info. He hangs up, then asks me why I thought it was a scam. I told him medicare already has his medicare info and would just send him the card. Plus I'm pretty sure they do all this stuff through mail and don't ask for info over the phone.

He stares blankly for a few seconds, and claims they didn't ask for his social security number though so it's not like they can do anything. I point out they can make unauthorized charges to medicare which he will get billed for.

Loses his shit, starts screaming at me for not stopping him, then starts screaming at my mom for not stopping him, and then despite being a "government needs to butt out of my business" guy he starts screaming about how the government needs to protect him from scammers.

I'm so fucking sick of this retard getting scammed all the time. I'm starting to think they're right and he deserves it.
I've seen that exact behaviour in older relatives, Boomers and above. It's legit sped behaviour and i just can't understand this level of retardation. False boomer pride plays a huge role, e.g. "How can my son/nephew know anything i don't know, he must be wrong, i am never wrong" but there has to be something else that lead to this. Probably the leaded gasoline. It's eerie how well i can picture that whole exchange between you and your father in my mind.
 
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What grinds my gear is that my mom can't answer a goddamn question without a five minute meandering response that doesn't answer the original question.

(snip)

I love my mom but good lord.
This must be a mom thing because mine does this also, and it drives me up the wall even though we get along well otherwise. It reminds me of the character Edith Bunker and her long-winded answers that were the verbal equivalent of word salad. 🥗

This work schedule is REALLY messing with my sleep pattern.
What grinds my gears is how I can get a full night's sleep one night and be unable to fall asleep the next night and end up with hardly any rest.

There are many times these days I hate being a news junkie. Sometimes, the news is just too much.
Between information overload, clickbait and the media 's tendency to reporting happenings with some sort of bias/slant, I've come to hate the news when it gets to be too much as well.

. It’s not like my address is particularly difficult to locate, but every time it’s somehow a battle just to get my fucking food. The guy tonight straight up went to my neighbor’s, and then up and left when no one answered.
It seems as if having any sort of sense of location/direction is becoming a lost art. I know someone who uses ride services to get to daytime appointments. Recently, their confirmed appointment for a ride resulted in a no-show. A call to the dispatcher revealed that the driver went to the wrong street and reported to dispatch the ride was refused and the person at the address shooed them off.

Thread tax: People who want, expect, or demand quick communication but won't communicate back on any sort of timely basis when contacted in return.
 
If every "hot take" I heard throughout my life were true, existence would be an unbearable hell: so many things would be wrong then.

It also seems that almost all of those "hot takes" I saw pushed were seen on the internet or MSM, also within the last decade or so.
 
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When you buy an assorted mix of something and one type is way overrepresented. It's always seems like it's your least favorite, too. I bought a bag of assorted taffy and it was like 40% chocolate which is the worst one.
I remember buying a large bag of vitamin C cough drops. Flavors on the bag listed as lemon, orange, and grapefruit but they were almost all fucking lemon.
 
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