Things that frustrate us all
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I keep my keys on a hook on my belt... have been doing that over 20 years. (Best way to not get stabbed in the thigh by your own keys due to being in your pocket.) It's another reason why, if I am outside home, you can tell I'm coming. My keys are like my cowbell. They jingle a lot due to my quick walking pace.
Sending gentle hugs and tea.
Yeah, I've worn out pockets with the stupid work keys. But, I would silence my keys as I walk and got a little more light footed. It took a bit but I learned. I also knew every manager by their walk and jingle pattern.
The weather conditions favorable towards tornadoes are predictable. If the sky is free of clouds, you can be assured there won't be a tornado in the next fifteen minutes. You can beef up structures to make them more tornado resistant.
Earthquakes are unpredictable. You don't have after-tornados that can occur many months afterwards. You don't know when a tornado hits if it is going to get stronger while it is occurring. You don't worry that a tornado was a pre-tornado before an even bigger tornado. Tornados actually impact a fairly small area. You don't feel a tornado hundreds of miles away from the tornado. Tornados don't make rivers flow backwards. Tornados don't destroy roads. Tornados don't trigger other tornados elsewhere.
I cannot stand the oblivious walk in a parking lot. Parking lots are were a lot of things go to die!
That annoys me, too. But for me, nothing tops drivers going the opposite direction of the arrow. I CANNOT FUCKING STAND THAT!!!!
Not only is that dangerous to other drivers and pedestrians, but it's also just plain stupid. I lost count at the number of times someone is driving the wrong way. My favorite is the one who tries to enter the one way lane from the starting point... and he or she yells at me. I have done one of three things... point at the clearly marked arrow, yell right at them for being a fucking idiot, or put my truck in park and just wait for them to back up and get out. (I have a Chevy Silverado... you are not going to be able to get around me in a one way lane.) Sometimes, I've had to do all three things.
I've even had to stop myself a few times from getting a cutter out of my truck and slashing the tires of the car who went the wrong direction... particularly if they almost run me over while doing so. (You'd be surprised just how fast these morons drive in a parking lot.)
It's a major, major annoyance of mine.
Up here in the PNW, we get a lot of snow, and companies take their sweet ass time to repaint the parking lots so the arrows get faded over time. It becomes quite aggravating for all the reasons you list.
At least your area has the excuse of arrows fading due to snow. The arrows here are pretty well and clearly marked, and don't really fade much. People are just stupid. Or entitled. Or both.
Or oblivious.
I don't buy that. With how narrow the parking lanes are, you can tell they go one way. And you can easily tell which way they go based on the direction of all the parked cars.
I use to think that way, but I see people hardly paying attention and nearly going down the wrong way off ramp to the freeway.
I used to work at our state transportation department and I was BOGGLED by how many wrong way drivers we have here. How stoned/drunk/stupid do you have to be? Argh.
Was behind a car and I could just tell the driver was bad. Slow to react to the light turning green and vehicles moving. Slow to accelerate but never quite matching the speed of the vehicles ahead or in the other lane. We were reaching the part of the street where it splits off in two directions -- left stays on the street and right becomes a freeway on-ramp. I was going onto the freeway and was begging for the driver to stay on the street because there were not one but two lane mergers and I knew it would be dangerous stuck behind this slow and indecisive driver. And then damn, just my luck, driver is going onto the freeway too. But no! Suddenly the driver stops and isn't sure which way to go, then pulls into the median and sits there for a moment, then decides to stay on the street and goes left.
I'm generally pretty clumsy, and if I try to be quiet, it gets even worse. And we have dogs too, and being quiet with dogs in the house is almost impossible, it never fails they always end up getting my feet, and then I trip, and curse and they run and it all gets very noisy.No worries. Sometimes, even the funny jokes need a slight nudge now and then.
I don't mean to laugh, but this is ironic for me. There are times when I truly try to be quiet, but I end up making more noise trying to be quiet than if I just did things normally.
Particularly my walking... I walk pretty fast, and I have, shall we say, very heavy steps. You'd think a rhino was walking around, despite my best efforts to AMERICAN NINJA my way through the house. My mom, before the accident at work, could quietly and quickly move past you several times and you wouldn't even be aware of it. She truly was a ninja. I did NOT inherit that ability.
It might just simply be a guy thing... we just aren't as graceful as women, inherently.
It's my nose for me, it runs non-stop the moment I step outside and has been for months. First it was because it was cold, and now it's because of all the flowers that are blooming.
So you're basically Peter Coyote in ET?
Yeah, my mom and I say the same thing we see a story about a wrong driver causing an accident, which happens all the time.
One thing that bugs me is why does it seem with car accidents and things like that, it's always the innocent person who ends up dead or severely hurt, while the person who was responsible barely even gets minor injuries? It's just not fair.
I live in one (of many) states without rent control and my rent just went up again, making it a 34% hike over the last two years.
I think it's about time to write my governor a nice, but firm letter. I expect that to be a fruitless effort, but I feel that I must make an attempt...
I think it's about time to write my governor a nice, but firm letter. I expect that to be a fruitless effort, but I feel that I must make an attempt...
When my dad taught me how to drive at age 15 one of his first lessons was "There are No Rules in Parking Lots"...
...at some point not long after that I recalled his statement as my friend and I did doughnuts in the high school parking lot.
