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When boomers in the checkout aisle have 200 fucking coupons to scan.
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I'm a large man, and one of the two full-blown fistfights I've had in my adult life have been for this reason. There are people who, even if you make it abundantly clear to them that you'd like to pass by them (if they're somewhat, or entirely blocking the way,) will make it a point to turn around and acknowledge you before doing ANYTHING. Almost as if saying 'let me fix eyes on this person so I can decide if I'm gonna move, or continue to be an asshole.'When I head down the stairs from my apartment to the front porch and some asshole (who doesn't live there) is sitting right in the middle of the steps (it's narrow, not much more than a doorway), waiting to get inside because the security door automatically locks when it shuts. Yesterday some vagrant made no effort to move, so as I stepped around him, I quite deliberately kicked over the full beer can he had next to him. When he began to protest, I turned around and just glared at him. He shut up.
I'd think one could raise the affirmative defense such as, "Yes, I hit them. However, they were jaywalking and didn't give me enough time to react to avoid them." The challenge would be the ability to successfully prove that defense.I'm not an expert in law, but is it not legally your fault if a jaywalker walks out of nowhere and you accidentally hit them? I personally have no idea.
Sounds like you have a patience issue.People who drive under the speed limit during morning and evening commutes. Real nice that you don’t have anywhere better to be but guess how many people around you do? Now guess how many of them want to butcher you and your entire family.
EDIT: double fuck you if you do this because the sun is in your eyes. Buy some sunglasses at Walmart; they’re $10 and no one is going to care how they look on you because you’re going to be leaving them in your car.
“but muh muh muh I wear glasses, I’d need prescription sunglasses!” get them then you poverty-ridden faggot. If you can’t drive under the same conditions as everyone around you then you shouldn’t have a license.
People who go through the drive-thru for coffee shops and order fucking breakfast. You are history’s greatest monsters. You are holding up the line for everyone else who just want caffeine and to get to work on time and you’re doing it so you can overpay for some flash-frozen piece of shit that some spotty teenager is microwaving, and I don’t think that’s punishment enough for you. Go inside for that or get sterilized.
Hey, the thread is “things that personally piss you off”. Doesn’t say a word about whether or not it’s justified.Sounds like you have a patience issue.
I watched a bunch of "surprise pet" videos in a row recently, and if they featured a young woman crying tears of joy after being surprised by her boyfriend/fiance/husband there would always be countless oh-so-original douchebag statements about how the guy was definitely going to get laid that night, often said in the grossest way possible. It never went the other way obviously--the videos where men cried tears of joy had nothing but pure, wholesome and supportive comments. I know it's the internet and of course there'll be shit like that everywhere but the contrast still annoyed the fuck out of me after awhile. While the videos were all equally sweet, I eventually just stopped even scrolling down at all in certain cases to avoid the irritation
I personally would never film (or allow anything like that to be filmed) either, and I sure as fuck wouldn't put it on the internet. I hear you. It does feel a bit uncomfortable and--well--wrong in some ways to see those types of emotional moments, even if all the people involved/sharing them are happy to do so.There's something inherently gross about filming what's supposed to be personal moments like that. And I know the intent from the start was for views. Views, views, views. How many times do we need to see someone's dementia riddled nan receive a puppy and break into tears? Why not just do it, keep it as a personal moment within your own mind? Eugh.