I’ve been catching up on my blog reading, and after perusing the last few posts at Aggie Sith’s place, I decided to answer her challenge from a few days ago to post the things I hate the most. Without further ado, here are the 10 things I hate the most:
1. Smacking on gum. I have detested this for as long as I can remember. There were times in junior high and high school where we were taking a test, and the @%##% behind me was loudly chewing and smacking on gum, and it was all I could do to finish the test, let alone pass it. I wanted to turn around, grab the idiot by the throat, get the gum out of his mouth, and shove it up his nose. Or something equally demonstrative of the thoughts I possessed in regards to his behavior.
2. Unabashed ignorance. Now, everyone is ignorant in some degree. There’s plenty of things or subjects that each of us knows little to nothing about. That’s not what I’m referring to. I can best describe it by something my grandfather was fond of saying: “Ignorance means you don’t know something. Stupidity is being proud of your ignorance.” I guess I’m saying I really can’t stand truly stupid people.
3. Okra. I don’t care if it’s boiled, fried, or what. That stuff’s nasty.
4. Ditto for eggs. The smell of an egg cooking makes me feel nauseated. Yuck.
5. The endless chains of menus one occasionally has to go through when calling a business or government office or whatever. The worst ones are those that require you to state your choice out loud.
“In a few words, tell us what you need.”
“I’d like to discuss my bill.”
“I’m sorry, I did not understand your request. In a few words, tell us what you need.”
“My bill.”
“I’m sorry, I still do not understand your request. Please state slowly and clearly what you need.”
“I……WANT……..TO…….DISCUSS……MY…….BILL.”
“I’m sorry, I did not understand that. Stand by while I connect you to an operator.”
“Operator, how can I help you?”
“I’d like to discuss my bill with someone. Can you help me?”
“Okay, I’ll connect you to billing.”
“Press or state 1 if you would like to hear your current balance. Press or state 2 if you’d like to make a payment. Press or state 3 if you’d like to hear about payment options. Press or state 4 if you’d like to speak with a representative about your account. Press or state 5 to repeat this message.”
“4″
“Thank you. Please state the nature of your request.”
“I’d like to discuss my bill.”
“I’m sorry, I did not understand that. Please state the nature of your request.”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHH!!!!!”
Click
6. Woody Allen movies. Any of them.
7. Rap. I won’t even dignify it by adding ‘music’ to it. It’s just Rap. And I hates it.
8. People who drive under the speed limit.
9. Tailgaters. I’ve been know to decrease my speed by five miles at a time to get the idiot behind me to back off. Sometimes, I’ll tap the brakes if they’re real close. Stay off my tail.
10. Sushi. Or any other raw meat. Give me mine well done.
I, personally, have terrible gum habits. Luckily, I know this about myself and don’t chew gum unless I am desperate to get rid of coffee breath or something in a pinch. I try really hard not to chew and crack and pop… but I can’t help it. So… I just don’t put the gum in my mouth! You’re welcome!
I chew gum with my mouth closed, but I am a horrible gum popper. Can’t. Not. Pop. So, like the Queen, I seldom chew it anymore.
If you knew sushi, like I knew sushi!!! (Sorry, couldn’t resist!) The speed limit is just that, the limit (so I disagree with you there, at least as far as two lane roads go…but one should be as near too the limit as possible). Where I am in complete agreement on that one, is on the interstate. The left hand lane is the GO FAST LANE people! If you want to stay at the limit or below, stay to the right!!
Tailgaters are a$$holes with a license to drive, and a death wish waiting to be acted upon. Someday, when I have an old pick up truck, that I can weld a piece of steel on to the back frame, in place of a bumper.,, I will go out to the freeway, and drive responsibly, and when Mr Tailgater decides he wants me to speed up, I will tap the breaks just long enough to re arrange his front end. Bonus points if he swallows his cell phone!
HA! You and Hubby have a LOT in common.
We were not allowed to chew gum in school, so I never had to deal with it.
But SUSHI??? You just broke my heart