Especially when they both agree that one of them is a better shot.![]()
Especially when they both agree that one of them is a better shot.![]()
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My "Pet" peeve is letting my Dog out to pee and he sees a rabbit down in the wash and he bolts , he Minds me VERY well, but when he sees a rabbit, he is completely deaf to me commands, Once he has lost sight of the rabbit, after it hides into a bush or whatever, will he Remember that I'm the Boss, then he will return tucked tail, But I love himHe's still my best friend.
WAIT-STAFF CALLING RESTAURANT PATRONS "YOU GUYS."
I guess restaurants don't train their waiters and waitresses anymore.
Last night, I was sitting at a nice restaurant patio overlooking the water and the waiter kept referring to us as "YOU GUYS." WTH????
This happens often, except for really fine dining establishments. I can be with my kids, my girlfriend, my business associates, or MY MOTHER, and some idiot refers to us as "YOU GUYS."
"Can I start YOU GUYS off with a drink?" "Would YOU GUYS like appetizers?" "What can I get YOU GUYS?" ""Are YOU GUYS enjoying everything?"
So, after the 5th. time of being called "YOU GUYS" last night, I asked the 20-something-year-old waiter, "Did we go to school together?" No. "Do we go to the same gym? No. "Were we ever drinking buddies?" No. "Do I know you from some place? No. "Do these two ladies look like men to you?" No. 'Then why are you calling us "YOU GUYS"?'![]()
“Learning is not compulsory. Neither is survival.”
W. Edwards Deming
"Live free or die: Death is not the worst of evils."
General John Stark
Wouldn't it have been worse if he referred to ya'll as "You gals"?
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“Learning is not compulsory. Neither is survival.”
W. Edwards Deming
"Live free or die: Death is not the worst of evils."
General John Stark
People that cut in front of you in traffic, risking your life, then smile and wave as if to say thanks for letting me in.
I do think you guys have become a bit informal.When I was a kid I was taught sir and ma'am and you had better not address an adult by their first name. Mr., Mrs. or Miss were all I was allowed to use. I remember once when speaking with a neighbor's wife I made the horrible mistake of referring to her husband as "Ole Mr. Fry". That came across to my mother as "Old Mr. Fry" and "Young Mr. Rick" was set straight post haste. Didn't ever make that mistake any more. That's probably a vestige of the time and a father that served in WWII.
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Colossal peeve is the way people behave and walk on a busy city street.
3-4 across in a road block, making it hard for anyone to pass. Stopping in the middle of the street (instead of moving off to the side) to talk, gawk or tie their shoes.
Getting off the escalator or the revolving door and just stopping to figure out where the want to go. Invading personal space by standing too close in a line, crosswalk or public transportation when there is clearly enough room to step away.
This could take long so I'll have to stop right here. I am amazed that I didn't notice this thread before, being an expert of sorts on the subject.![]()
I hate crowds too. But if foot traffic was more in line with vehicular traffic (just intuitive to me) life would be so much easier.
For example, I you want to walk at a slower pace, move to the right and let me zip by or pass on the left, etc.
Here's another:
In my office building there are 6 fast elevators. And yet people insist on running and wedging themselves in between closing doors just so the can make it up 1min. sooner. Never mind, that the elevator is full, never mind that now everyone else is delayed.
Then there's the goody-two-shoes inside the elevator who will hold the doors open for anyone as long as they keep coming. One of many daily irritants in my world.
People (usually the ones you need something from) who show up at work with their breakfast. Then they take their sweet ol' time eating it, during which nothing gets done.
When did people stop eating breakfast at home? Is it to save time so they can get to work sooner to hit the ground running?
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