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

Truckers. How could I? They're the backbone of the country! That backbone has cancer. I am tired of being almost killed by these fucking pricks. They're all foreign CDL drivers. Indians, ukranians, Hispanics. Even Asians. None speak English. They can't drive. They need to all be deported. The entire industry needs to be investigated. Don't believe me?


I hate driving around or in front of trucks. They blink at me to speed up on the highway. Bruh, I'm going the speed limit.
 
I hate driving around or in front of trucks. They blink at me to speed up on the highway. Bruh, I'm going the speed limit.
They’re speed restricted, too. So it’s not like they’re making appreciable distance on you anyway.

The interstate that runs through town here maxes out at three lanes, so all the fucking time you have these impenetrable walls of truck going 65, 64.75, and 64.5mph (not even necessarily in order from left-to-right) while the rest of the highway is trying to do 70. And then every other slack-jaw retard behind the wheel dawdles when passing these fucking things when you really should be doing everything you can to get the fuck away from the things.

In the two decades since I’ve learned to drive, the almost-tangible care and skill of truck drivers has all but disappeared.
 
When a comedy goes too far with the punching bag character and it just transitions to being plain cruel. It's funny when a fatrick type gets his comeuppance, but it's because they're an asshole. It's not when someone is just getting everything they ever done shit on no matter what.
Comedy works best when it strips away the fake niceties and shows us how awful people can be, especially the ones we have to deal with every day. That said, a lot of shows just become an endless string of hurled insults.

Take Will Tent. In the pilot, he's on the outs with the department because he exposed a brigade of crooked cops—standard internal affairs stuff, everyone turns their backs on him. But somewhere along the line, the writers forgot their own thesis. I just watched the latest episode, which was mostly good, except for the part where his Chief breaks into his house without knocking, and then he and Trent’s partner mock him for fixing his own drywall. He restores cars, he likes animals. What a nerd! At this point, it feels like they’re running out of reasons to dunk on him, so they’re just making fun of basic human competence.
 
"We solved everything! Yay!"
We cured racism. REJOICE.
Naturally, this makes sense. The problem is the prevalence of warped views - that autists current day people take literally of "how men are" and "how women are."

God, I'm thinking of those annoying facebook groups where it's just a bunch of bitter women bitching about WHY ARE MEN

Side note; it's literally just WHY ARE MEN.

If it was a joke or meme or whatever, it'd be like "whatever" but the people I've seen using this shit are always the most obnoxious femcels. Oh I'm sorry, I mean unspecified, vague ambiguous "queer" women.

You know the type; the "I'd rather be alone with a bear than a man" people who say that shit unironically.
This fucking faggot that called me a noob in the running thread
Do you need a hug?
 
I know this is a common complaint, but people writing common expressions wrong, because they've only ever heard them and don't realize they're using a homophone instead of the right word.

Baited breath -> Bated breath. Bate means restrain, you're holding your breath as you wait or expect a thing. Your interest isn't being drawn by bait.
1746808047827.webp


OF FUCKING COURSE
 
That this week has finally left the cold behind and tipped into the 70s...and my fucking neighbors have their A/C on.

Did I bitch when they had an all-day noisy truck doing some gardening something across their couple acres, so loud I had to find a remote corner of my house to take calls? I did not. Do I snarl when their whole house generator kicks in for the weekly test/ regen every Saturday at 2 pm? I do not. But can we have like one fucking week of non-freezing temps unblemished by the sound of your climate-control. Gawd.
 
That this week has finally left the cold behind and tipped into the 70s...and my fucking neighbors have their A/C on.
Parent's house is adjacent to a retirement condo community, and without fail, the moment the temps get nice, the AC condensers for each unit are droning on until October. I though old farts were always cold? Open the windows and enjoy the last warm days of your lives

Thread tax: Might have already been mentioned, but those goddamn retractable dog leashes. Combine that with a barely trained dog (usually also in a harness), and great, now your dumbass doodlepoococker is coming at me on my bicycle. Use a damn 6 foot leash and learn proper old school dog obedience training from the likes of Strickland, Woodhouse and/or Dunbar.
 
Really petty but I fucking can't with those overly dramatic histrionic assholes. You know the types, the really blatantly transparent types who are sniffing and crying or pretending to cry and they keep staring at you and just stand there and so you feel obligated to ask them and THEN they begin talking about their issues.

Or you can be annoyed like me and fucking walk away, then wake up the next day to everyone confronting you about what a heartless sociopath you are.

Bitch, if you want to talk, TALK. I'm standing right fucking there. If you needed someone to talk to, just open your fat fucking mouth. These people want attention, they don't want comfort. They want someone to eat the crumbs out of their assholes.

The last time this happened to me, I realized this cunt wanted someone to validate her awful life decisions after I asked her if she was okay, since she had been standing there and constantly gawking at me and soft sobbing without tears.

It's always been awful people needing someone to validate their awful life decisions.
 
Really petty but I fucking can't with those overly dramatic histrionic assholes. You know the types, the really blatantly transparent types who are sniffing and crying or pretending to cry and they keep staring at you and just stand there and so you feel obligated to ask them and THEN they begin talking about their issues.

Or you can be annoyed like me and fucking walk away, then wake up the next day to everyone confronting you about what a heartless sociopath you are.

Bitch, if you want to talk, TALK. I'm standing right fucking there. If you needed someone to talk to, just open your fat fucking mouth. These people want attention, they don't want comfort. They want someone to eat the crumbs out of their assholes.

The last time this happened to me, I realized this cunt wanted someone to validate her awful life decisions after I asked her if she was okay, since she had been standing there and constantly gawking at me and soft sobbing without tears.

It's always been awful people needing someone to validate their awful life decisions.
On a related note the guys who act to "speak to a manager", it just makes you seem like a whiny bitch, particularly when their complaint is "why do the people who booked before me get to go ahead of me".
 
Does anyone have good toilets at work?
The second floor toilet sprays shit and piss mist at you. When I have no choice but to use it, I stand really far away and use my foot. Then you have to come back and do it again because it doesn't flush very well. Facilities refuses to fix it. Two years ago the building was renovated but they didn't renovate the toilets.
The first floor toilets flush terribly but at least they don't spray. The bowl has been etched in one of them. Do not have diarrhea there. I think I know who was taking the massive curry shits every morning in that very toilet because it stopped when she retired. But now someone (the new gal?) is making these falafel-looking floaters that won't stay flushed and I always feel compelled to say, "just so you know, there's a floating turd in there, and it's not mine. Good luck if you can get it to stay flushed," if someone is coming in after me.
 
I hate that the A button on my joy con barely works. I have to press on it really hard for it to work. I can pay $35 for a new one, but I'm tired of spending money.
 
When a comedy goes too far with the punching bag character and it just transitions to being plain cruel. It's funny when a fatrick type gets his comeuppance, but it's because they're an asshole. It's not when someone is just getting everything they ever done shit on no matter what.
I feel it's just a way for writers to bully someone they know IRL.
Speaks very loudly about the sex positive people.
Sex positive people are only sex positive for women. If youre a dude with a slightly off base kink or are still a virgin, you still get bullied and mocked.
 
Back