[ARCHIVED THREAD] - I hate.... (Page 1 of 2)
Posted: 3/16/2005 2:16:51 AM EDT
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1. I hate when people make posts such as "I was over on Ambleside drive and route 27 and I stopped at a traffic light..." and they never list their location, nor is it under their handle. Like I'm supposed to have a streetname database of the world in my head? Dumbasses, don't give me minutae unless it serves something. Oh, and I hate it when they list someone's name this way too. "I was shooting with Dan Johnson the other day and...." but make no mention of who he is, or why I should give a shit about him. 2. I hate ATM's that now ask "English" or "Espanol" before I can conduct my business. God damnit, I'm the native speaker here....if someone wants "espanol" there should be a button to press AFTER they've gotten to the welcome screen....not before it. I shouldn't have to choose a language, I'm speaking the official one. Oh, and what about Mandarin and Inuit? These people get no choice? Fuck the ATM's. 3. I hate fat people that use motorized carts in stores. Morbidly obese is not a disability, it's a byproduct of stuffing your cakehole with too much food, and compounded by (you guessed it) being so lazy as to opt for a motorized chair instead of the grueling marathon that is shopping. Just to round out the lunacy, what are they shopping for? More fatty foods for their giant asses. 4. I hate women. No need to elaborate. Vagina=evil. 5. I hate companies that make parts.....like car companies for instance. Why are there 250 different air filter designs? There should only be 2 or 3, tops. Yet, every car engineer makes a new one, and FRAM must tool up for another 24 square inch filter for a new Subaru model. Why are there 462 spark plug types, 3,156 button cell battery types, etc.?? Why does this piss me off? Because when I need an ANV-123A spark plug for my lawnmower, I can find every fucking one there is BUT MINE!!!!!!!! 6. I hate door-to-door bible-thumpers. Invading my living space, even if only to drop off a pamphlet, is a big deal to me. Coming to my door and informing me I'm going to hell is the height of disrespect/arrogance. I'd like to show up to their door and show them some scat porn....surely they don't think it'll derail their speedy track to heaven will it? 7. I hate petty laws - and more importantly the petty people who willingly enforce them. Small example - There is a law in a town near me that boats and RV's cannot be parked in the driveway or on the street, yard, etc. Either you put them in a garage or you get a ticket. Some people have $50,000 boats that are prettier than their houses. A $1000 clunker Ford Tempo can sit rusting beside a boat, and the boat is the eyesore? WTF? How can any enforcement agent write a citation and go home and sleep at night for shit like this? This isn't an homeowner's agreement mind you, this is a law....passed without a community vote. Thank god I live in the country. 8. I hate stores that have 50 employees running around, but one god damned cashier. The #1, most important thing a business can do is TAKE YOUR MONEY. Yeah, I appreciate the 6 cart collectors my local shop has, but I'd rather a lot full of empty carts than waiting 25 minutes behind the one functional checkout line. And, going with this logic, if you're only going to field 1 cashier, why put in 16 cashier lanes?? 15 backups in case her register dies? In my world, when someone is waiting in line, one of the "wandering" employees should be able to man a cash register to help out. This goes for banks too. 9. I despise small stores with crappy service. If you own a mom-pop store, in this day and age, you had BETTER BE FUCKING FRIENDLY. I despise walking into a small specialty store or little shop and be treated with rudeness or ignored. Wander why Walmart is stealing your business? It might have something to do with keeping your nose in the spine of a magazine when I'm trying to talk to you about door hinges, prick. 10. I hate that I'm not allowed to notice there are differences between cultures. It's not racism if I notice that MOST black people like orange pop and ribs, is it? That's not a characteristic of their color, but of their collective choice in food. Why am I a bigot if I say mexicans can squeeze more people into a Nissan Sentra than a team of clowns can? It's an awesome ability....am I a racist for noticing they're the only group of folks on the highway that have 5 people in an S10 cab? I hate that I can't say stuff like that. Ok...I'm done with the hating. Have a nice day everybody! 
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In reagrds to this hate, it is to keep yachts out of the street, I have seen some massive boats parked in neighborhoods during the summer. And they can take up half the dam street. |
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Feel better now? FWIW I agree with 110%, are you sure that you didnt read my mind. We should have one of these threads every day. My contribution: I hate asshats who drive 10 under in the passing lane and absolutely refuse to get the hell over and the equally ignorant dipshits who rufuse to learn the proper use of a turning lane. Hell I could type all day about things I hate about traffic and driving, dont even get me started, it is too early. |
IOW: Why isn't the law written well enough so it needs no explanation of intention? The "Oh you know what I mean" syndrome claims another victim... |
You're my new favorite person in the whole world. Know why? Because you have a weapon-like way with words. You have torn me a new orifice with your sharp, acerbic wit. I know you don't really mean what you say, because after all you came in and not only read my post but took the time out of your day to try and insult me. 12. I hate Crappybob and wish testicular cancer on him. And herpes of the mouth too. |
+1 All I have to do is leave the house and drive 2 miles or so to remember why I hate people. People can't drive, people do incredibly stupid shit, people are completely inconsiderate, people live in their own little world. I swear, everytime I leave the house, I start hating people again. |
 Nice rant 
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I hate aggressive drivers that think they are entitled to drive 90+ in a 65 MPH zone. Try to pass a car and suddenly you have some jerkoff on your bumper that wasn't anywhere near two seconds ago. I hate people that are mean to small animals. I hate rude people. |
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Embrace the hate! |
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Yeah, I like hate. I hate tax. I hate when I get major gas when on a date... You can guess how the night ends. I hate how I don't have my monkey army yet. I hate it when I set a plate of food/beer in the open, near a bum 'hangout' (home?) and then sit in wait for a bum to try to get some, then shoot at him/her with a pellet gun..... Wait, I love bum baiting!!  I also hate posts that hate on haters who start a hate thread intended for hating. Oh, and I hate confusing sentences too. |
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Preach it, brother swingset! |
Same here. On a similar note, am I the only one who thinks there are WAY to many calibers on the market? Every time I turn around, somebody's got a new something or another based on something else with a necked down cartridge, and is now the ultimate eleventy billion fps flat shooting varmit load? |
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Ya know what I hate - I hate it when I'm pissed off and I've got steam coming out of my ears, I have some really good unchristian thoughts going, I'm pacing mad and some asshat in a sickly cheery voice comes and smiles at me and asks me "I hope you have a better day now?" But with that said, I hope you have a better day now. It's never good to let hate drive you.Patty |
[Nina from Office Space] Uh-oh...Looks like sombody has a case of the Mondays![/Nina from Office Space] |
"What? No. Hell, no man. I reckon you'd get your asked kicked for saying something like that." |
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Couldn't have said it better myself especially the highlighted part. It takes about 2 minutes, tops, for people to remind me why I hate them. By the time I get back home, I just want to beat the shit out of something. Unfortunately, nowhere to hang a punching bag, so I go through a LOT of pillows. When you're walking down a narrow hallway and you see someone else coming the other way, wouldn't you be naturally inclined to move to one side or the other? Seems to me like the logical thing to do. I don't give a shit which side, pick one, but when you walk down the middle and just expect that I'm going to tap dance around your stupid ass, don't be suprised when I run right into you! When about to go OUT a door and you see someone on the other side coming IN, wouldn't you pause and let that person get out of the way first? Seems like the normal thing to me, but I guess not. Nope, as soon as that person opens the door to come in, you should walk right through! Naturally, the only reason they opened it was for you! Inconsiderate pricks! Don't even get me started on driving! Why is it that NO ONE else knows how to drive?! You know, they put windows on vehicles so you could see other people, not so you could watch the damn trees go by! If you aren't going to pass, GET THE HELL OUT OF THE LEFT LANE SO THE REST OF US CAN! Damn that irritates me to no end! Grocery store! Good Lord, please don't make me go back there EVER AGAIN! I swear if my as yet, unidentified future wife ever wants to threaten me with something, that's her ticket right there! I'd rather have a root canal with no pain killers than go there! It's almost as if people just leave their brains at home when they go out. Or they never had any to begin with. |
At Wal-Mart, I always press "ENGLISH" on the credit card swiping machine before I leave, so it is already selected.  I'm a devious little bastard. I imagine it really inconveniences the Spanish speaking bastard in line after me. 
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You know, I was talking to my friend Desdemona the other day. She runs the space station and bait shop down near Boomtown. She told me that human beings were flawed individuals. That the cosmic baker took us out of the oven a little too early. That's why we're all so crazy. And I believe it. Take for example when you go to the movies... They try to sell you this big jumbo-sized drink. That's eight extra ounces of watered-down Cherry Coke for an extra twenty-five cents. I don't want it. I don't want that much organization in my life. I don't want other people thinking for me! I want my Junior Mints! Where did Junior Mints go at the movies? I don't want a twelve pound Nesley Crunch for twenty-five dollars! I want Junior Mints! We need more fruitcakes in this world! Less bakers! We need people that care! I'm made as hell! And I don't wanna take it anymore! 
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And you only get 12 junior mints in this box but last week you got 14. THEY are watching you. |