Pet Peeves

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Walter Oobleck

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people who are so cock-sure of everything...say things like "the debate is over"...belittle your concern with opinions like "the world isn't going to stoop to making sense to you"....peon, get over it. I've got to go see a man about a dog.
 

17021jude

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Nov 12, 2009
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We have a store that's closing it's doors in my town (sadly), anyways they started out marking things down by percentages....such and such percentage off, I was in there the other day and a woman walked over to me and started asking me what her markdown price would be on every item in her cart. My peeve with this is it never stops amazing me the amount of people who missed this basic math lesson at the same time in their schooling....this has happened to me quite frequently :hammer:
 

hossenpepper

Don't worry. I have a permit!!!
Feb 5, 2010
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people who are so cock-sure of everything...say things like "the debate is over"...belittle your concern with opinions like "the world isn't going to stoop to making sense to you"....peon, get over it. I've got to go see a man about a dog.
I agree... SOOOOOOO annoying... How exactly are you so sure the debate wasn't over? Maybe you're the one being overly cock sure? But I DO get what you're saying.

But here's something even worse, passive aggressiveness! UGH! :)
 

hossenpepper

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Redundancies.

PIN number, VIN number. That means it's a personal identification number number, and a vehicle identification number number.

What's the difference between a treasure trove and a trove?

Is a nape anywhere but a neck?

And for that matter, peeves are usually "pet."

I'm not immune. To begin this post, I started to write "unnecessary redundancies"
Add "ATM Machine"... Automatic Teller Machine Machine?

In IT, "NIC Card"... Also known as your network adapter. NIC stands for Network Interface Card... So Network Interface Card Card?
 

Pucker

We all have it coming, kid
May 9, 2010
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When you park far away so your car doesn't get banged up and you come back and the junkiest car in the parking lot/garage is parked right next to you.

I find passive aggression in all its forms annoying, although I will admit that it wasn't so much of a problem until I got out here to Minnesota, where such behavior has been raised to an art form. I hesitate to suggest it might be a Scandinavian thing (any more than my bad temper is an "Irish" thing), but I wonder sometimes.
 

80sFan

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Jul 14, 2015
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Probably not enough time in the day to list all my peeves, but the biggest may be parents who don't keep an eye on young children in public.

This happens all the time, but the worst was a couple years ago when I took my son to a busy playground. He was on the swings, going high and having fun. This toddler comes over and gradually gets closer and closer to my kid's swing. I'm looking around for a parent but no one is paying attention to this little boy. I said nicely "be careful, stay back" and you know what happened next...he stepped right in front of my son's swing and got knocked on his ass. He wasn't hurt, but he was screaming and crying. I tried to calm him down, but it took at least 4-5 minutes before a lady showed up to claim him. She had the nerve to give ME a dirty look. Watch your damn kid. I could've abducted him in the time it took her to get there (except I need another kid like I need a hole in the head).
 

Pucker

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Probably not enough time in the day to list all my peeves, but the biggest may be parents who don't keep an eye on young children in public.

This happens all the time, but the worst was a couple years ago when I took my son to a busy playground. He was on the swings, going high and having fun. This toddler comes over and gradually gets closer and closer to my kid's swing. I'm looking around for a parent but no one is paying attention to this little boy. I said nicely "be careful, stay back" and you know what happened next...he stepped right in front of my son's swing and got knocked on his ass. He wasn't hurt, but he was screaming and crying. I tried to calm him down, but it took at least 4-5 minutes before a lady showed up to claim him. She had the nerve to give ME a dirty look. Watch your damn kid. I could've abducted him in the time it took her to get there (except I need another kid like I need a hole in the head).

On my way into Target a few years ago I was following a family with a young son who couldn't have been much more than four years old. On the sidewalk outside the store they have these big red metal balls that are meant to represent the Target "bullseye" and this little boy was lagging behind his parents because he was playing on them (they were just the right size for climbing).

Now, you have to understand that these decorations are right at the edge of the walk and that traffic -- parking lot traffic, mind you . . . the worst kind -- was mere inches away. At first I was enjoying watching the kid have fun. I like to watch children having fun. I wish it didn't have to sound so weird in this fine new age, but there it is. Anyway, I noticed him losing his balance and I realized with alarm that he was on his way to tottering over right into the traffic . . . so I took two quick strides and snatched him up by the arm as gently as I could -- the way Ralph Roberts might have -- so he wouldn't die under the wheels of an SUV being driven by someone who probably never even saw him.

It was pure reaction and anyone would have done it, and of course the kid hollered to beat the band, but even after I explained to the formerly disinterested parents exactly what almost happened, they looked at me as if I had an awful lot of nerve daring to . . .

you know . . .

Save their son's life.

People.

I don't know sometimes.
 

80sFan

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On my way into Target a few years ago I was following a family with a young son who couldn't have been much more than four years old. On the sidewalk outside the store they have these big red metal balls that are meant to represent the Target "bullseye" and this little boy was lagging behind his parents because he was playing on them (they were just the right size for climbing).

Now, you have to understand that these decorations are right at the edge of the walk and that traffic -- parking lot traffic, mind you . . . the worst kind -- was mere inches away. At first I was enjoying watching the kid have fun. I like to watch children having fun. I wish it didn't have to sound so weird in this fine new age, but there it is. Anyway, I noticed him losing his balance and I realized with alarm that he was on his way to tottering over right into the traffic . . . so I took two quick strides and snatched him up by the arm as gently as I could -- the way Ralph Roberts might have -- so he wouldn't die under the wheels of an SUV being driven by someone who probably never even saw him.

It was pure reaction and anyone would have done it, and of course the kid hollered to beat the band, but even after I explained to the formerly disinterested parents exactly what almost happened, they looked at me as if I had an awful lot of nerve daring to . . .

you know . . .

Save their son's life.

People.

I don't know sometimes.

You did the absolute right thing. And I know the things at Target you're referring to. I can picture the whole scenario. What is wrong with parents these days??
 

Spideyman

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I've watched parents on their cells- are the talking to each other ?--walk into the store totally ignoring the fact their child is still playing outside the store. There was enough time for the child to be kidnapped or seriously injured before one returned. Preoccupation? Too rushed society?
 

80sFan

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Last time my sister-in-law visited, her youngest was almost hit by a car. She had her phone in one hand (playing a game), a can of Mountain Dew in the other hand and a cigarette dangling from her mouth. My husband got to her son just as the kid was about to leave our driveway and step into the road and when he told her "watch your kid" her eyes didn't even leave her phone while she mumbled "he's fine". She's also (not surprisingly) the SIL that gives me so much fodder for the 'Grammar Nazi' thread.
She's pretty much all my pet peeves rolled into one.
 

Pucker

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I've watched parents on their cells- are the talking to each other ?--walk into the store totally ignoring the fact their child is still playing outside the store. There was enough time for the child to be kidnapped or seriously injured before one returned. Preoccupation? Too rushed society?

That "rushed society" idea looks good, and it's one to which folks dearly love to cling, but I think it's more of an excuse than a reason.

People aren't really more busy than they've ever been before, they've simply introduced too much excruciating minutiae into their lives. Do you honestly believe that all those people you see who never put their phones down are discussing life-and-death matters?

I can assure you, they're not.

The fact that we can be constantly in touch with everyone we know does not mean that we must.

I hate to be the one to break this to you, but your little life ain't really all that important.

People got along just fine -- better, in some cases -- when the phone was something you used because you had to . . . not because you were terrified that you might miss out on the latest "trend."