Tail gaters, and in general people who think that owning a more expensive car makes them a better and more important driver than me.

People who don't walk the 25 feet to deposit their cart in the nearest cart receptacle at the grocery store. Are you THAT fucking lazy? GOD!

People who park poorly and just walk away. Again, are you THAT FUCKING LAZY? Take the four seconds to back up and straighten out and allow someone else to get into that spot next to you.


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Actually, I think my general peeve is with people who won't take less than 10 seconds out of their lives to have consideration of others.

1) Blind Melon
2) & 3) Who gives a shit? I never have to hear that "no Rain" song again.

My inferiority complex
My generous hips
My ADHD

1)smug know-it-all people
2)people who won't stand clear udda closin' dawrs
3)every human involved with American Idol.

people in academia who think they own a field and they try to push anyone else out of it while doing a poor job promoting the subject themselves and while editing compulsively the wikipedia to only show their fucking names.

my crush who continues to ignore me whereas he is schmooching with every other female in site. Fine, I hate you too. See if I care.

Word, mike.

People who assert that becuase their own special case doesn't follow a trend, or reported statistics, that the statistics must be wrong. (i'm not saying that statistics aren't manipulated all the time, but sometimes these people just seem to be wilfully ignorant).

The "your favourite band sucks" people.

Okay, foregoing the high ground (cruelty, war, famine, blahblahblah):

windy people (you know, 'gasbags' or whatever); I'm so old and calm that I don't even resent them trying to steal respect, I just deplore every microsecond that I ever have to or ever have had to spend listening to them.

people who tell me what to do. Yes, it's not lost upon me that now, with this site, I do actually tell people what to do sometimes... and I hate that. I therefore put me in room 101.

yes, what mike9322 said, plus a little bit more: 10 seconds to be considerate, and/or 10 seconds to stop and realize that what you are about to do/say is so utterly ridiculous that you would realize, if only you could step out of your self-centered little world for 10 seconds ... wait, I've made this recursive, haven't I?... HELP, SOMEONE PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE!

*hands taz a lockpick*

Does anybody here get bent out of shape by the "your least favorite band is actually really good" people? I do.

Does anybody here get bent out of shape by the "your least favorite band is actually really good" people? I do.

Dude. My least favorite bands are The Cure and The Smiths. Do you really have to ask?

Heh. I get bent out of shape by most people that try to tell me that their opinion is a fact, particularly when it comes to subjective experience.

"no, you're wrong. The acid makes the walls melt, not swirl. Idiot."

Right now I'm getting bent out of shape over a detailed invoice total that just won't tie with the numbers in a spreadsheet of business objects; not tying is okay, because the purpose of the exercise is to discover variances, but these numbers are goofy wrong and I'm about to lose my mind. I wish accounting was subjective.

Hugh, the reason Bob Newhart became a comedian (he says) was because, as an accountant, he didn't care about a few cents one way or the other. Still, an excellent role model. And when I was doing Accounting, I lobbied for a "three-column" system: Debit, Credit and Shovit. (Back then, Fuckit would not have been acceptable. Maybe it still isn't among serious bean-counters).

1) Slugs
2) Everybody who chats on a cell phone while driving their SUV; bonus points if the SUV is a Hummer. Unfortunately, this may or may not include my dear only sister. It'll be sad to see her go, but rules are rules.
3) The League of Bags

1.) People who smack their lips while eating. I do not exaggerate when I say that I feel more comfortable with people who pick their noses at the dinner table than I do with people who smack their lips.

2.) Billy Ray Cyrus, and his song.

3.) People who parrot the editorial line of the New York Times or Village Voice (or right-wing papers, just to be fair) and style themselves freethinking individualists.

4.) People who use bullshit accusations of bigotry to get their way or to shut down a discussion.

5.) The actual bigots who allow people in category 4 to stay in business.

What, exactly?

First off. There is. no. escape.

Ok. The room is old. Era is Eastern Berlin / Russia, early 80's (which'd mean it's very severe 60's). There's the door you came in, and a door in the opposite corner. The floor is wood, a hard wood, warped by age. The wallpaper is ... was a colour, but is now that patina that you'd get with years of smoking, age and an underlying decay. You can smell the rising damp - you know that is proabably the cause of the warped floorboards. Squares where pictures once hung. Not quite in the centre of the room is an old chair. This may have been in a barber's shop or maybe a dentist's - you know, the headrest, padded arm rests, the steel foot rest, like that. The leather is cracked. Stuffing is showing through. It smells of sweat and pain. There are no restraints. There is one window, but there are curtains over it. They are simple, but only just show the passage of daylight. The lighting is maybe one or two tungsten bulbs it's hard to tell in a fixture on the ceiling, covered with a simple glass fixture.
The people in the room are as follows. The slight man in the centre of the room is standing under the light on the ceiling, and this is casting some eerie shadows on his face. He is reading a file. The woman had her back to you and was doing something on an old medical cart in the corner. You can't see what. When she turns around, the cart is covered and there's no way of telling what may be on there. Whatever it is, it's not very big. They're both wearing simple, nondescript suits.

They would like to talk to you.

1. People that lack hospitality.
2. People that won't take no for an answer.
3. People that speak loudly on their cellphones or take calls in public places.