People who leave shopping carts is the few parking spots left.
People who have to, must, by any means possible, drive as fast as they can to a red light.
People who leave shopping carts is the few parking spots left.
People who have to, must, by any means possible, drive as fast as they can to a red light.
Right now, I have the opposite problem.
Roads where there are more lumps of snow and ice than actual bare patches of road.
I donât get the driving as fast as possible to a red light at all. Itâs a common phenomenon so someone must be able to explain it to us. I have reached the red light many times and no invisible spirit hands out candy or offers any rewards. The way I see it, the sooner a vehicle reaches the red light, the longer the vehicle has to wait. Is that good for the carâs longevity and condition? (ETA: Why are drivers so eager to wait as long as they can at a red light yet dodge in and out of lanes, or when theyâre without their cars, look for the shortest check-out line in a store? Isnât waiting while standing just as rewarding as waiting at a red light?)
In my cityâs downtown, vehicles frequently dash through a light about to turn red so they can wait at a red light one block farther. I have not figured out how this is a great timesaver. If a red-light camera records their violation it sure isnât a moneysaver.
Would a driver enlighten me please?
Well, âa high rate of positionâ just sounds silly.
People who camp out in the first row of the supermarket parking lot waiting for an open space, even though there are open spaces further back in the lot.
Whenever someone does that to me and Iâm parked in the first row, I stay parked and eat a sandwich. Not even joking.
Some smart-aleck police officer: âAt approximately 12:17pm, the driver, headed northbound, struck the concrete meridian at a high rate of displacement.â
The reporter: âTo clarify, do you mean the driver or the vehicle operated by the driver?â
Police officer: âBoth, though with much different vectors for each.â
I once got in an altercation in a parking lot for doing just that, sitting eating a sandwich (best gyro anywhere, in Astoria Queens) while listening to the radio. Suddenly thereâs an asshole next to my car screaming at me that since I didnât hear him ask if I was leaving I was going to stay since he parked me in!
On topic: People who donât know what to do at multiway stop signs. How did they get their driverâs licence? They will sit and let car after car through, or follow the car ahead of them through not even stopping at the sign, anything but an orderly taking turns by who got there 1st.
People who are too nice when they drive. They let every jaywalker take their sweet time crossing in front of them, always give the other person the right of way, and drive a good 5mph under the limit at all times.
This actually slows down traffic, since when everyone takes their right of way itâs all predictable and smooth. Just fucking go when itâs your turn!
Yeah, I thought people were schmucks for it when I was looking after my own deathly ill relative, but I never hold it against them.
What grinds my gears is people meddling to give me some sort of unsolicited âadviceâ that basically is trying to get me to do whatever it is theyâre doing that clearly isnât actually working for them, but they seem to be the last ones to know. Iâm too direct by nature to be able to just smile and thank them graciously (I try to do some reasonable facsimile of this response, but apparently, I have some unimpressed stare that sort of just gives my feelings away even before I open my mouth).
Oh no, not at all; which is totally why youâre commenting about it now.
You donât sayâŚ
Well, it happened. What am I supposed to do? Not mention it? Itâs not like I am mentioning names out in public, or even remember what people were griping about â I just remember thinking, âDamn, I wish that was my problem right nowâŚâ
No, not quite like that. I have no props like wine, smokes â or helmet hairâŚbut it looks like fun!
Whatâs wrong with the red delicious?
As for what grinds my gears?
Christian hymnals. They sound overly âLOOK AT MEâ and have no soul, or maybe itâs just the singer. Or maybe itâs me.
Electronics that break when you sneeze too hard at them with no good repair path.
Any TV movie whatever that reenforced either âoh god you are special the rest of the world is uselessâ or âyou are useless life is pain humans are shit be prepared to be ground into the dirt. Deal with it.â
You might have the friendliest dog in the world but please put it in a pen or lead. Your dog will cause my dog to run off to parts unknown and I live too close to a busy road to not be pissed off by this even if for some reason she doesnât decide to get in a scrap to establish pecking order.
Apparently, they have haters who utterly despise them.
While âRed Dâ is not my favorite type of apple, I just donât get all the animosity; but different strokes for different folks.
Gwaaarn. Edit it, two months later. You know you want toâŚ
Zowie!
Mealy, mushy, and insipid. When I bite into an apple, I want a goddamn rock concert in my mouth. Honeycrisp FTFW.