1. Loud discussions on cell phones in close quarters

2. Refusing to stand up when seated next to someone on a bus, plane or train, or when in seating at a public venue like a sports game or movie.

3. Behaviour that ignores clear laws like aggressive driving, parking in handicapped spots when not disabled, and waiting in no parking zones in a way that blocks others.

There are lots of big things involving crime and inhumane activity, like abandoning animals, that I can't stand, but I guess from the drive-you-nuts little things, the things I hate the most are:

1. Being told I'm blushing. That is not useful information.

2. When somebody mishears what I said, they insist on telling me what they thought I said, even (and especially) when it's something nonsensical I would never have said in the first place.

3. Having anyone sing Dammit Janet at me.

1. Licking your thumb or finger and then using it to turn the page of a newspaper, magazine or book. Gross.

2. Putting your bag on the seat next to you and then when someone comes to sit down, you just move it a little further over towards yourself, leaving just half a seat, instead of lifting it off the seat altogether. If, when I ask people to move their bag, they do that, I will not squeeze myself into the half-seat that's left, I sit on the fucking bag.

3. Bad drivers generally, but people who will not use their indicator and then expect everyone else to read their minds when they turn without signalling.

1. Being told to smile (posing for a photo being the exception).

2. People who can't put down their goddamn cell phones while they're driving.

3. People who aren't Jewish but tell me they could tell that I am Jewish. Sorry, but only other Jewish people get to say that.

1. Littering. Especially if it's cigarette butts. Even more especially if it's tossed out of a car window.

2. Mouthing off about YOUR OPINION on things incessantly when you are massively incorrect but think your opinion is the only one that's possibly worth knowing.

3. Driving like my mother or any little old person that I fear I'll become one day: 10 miles per hour under the speed limit in the passing lane; OR driving like YOU are the most important one there and switching lanes and darting in and out of traffic and cutting people off. OR being inconsid-ER-ate to bicycles and motorcycles.

Driving like my mother or any little old person that I fear I'll become one day: 10 miles per hour under the speed limit in the passing lane

This reminds me of the time George's mum, then in her late 70s, was pulled over by the cops for driving right down the middle of the road (four-lane road, two lanes each side). She didn't think she'd done anything wrong because a few miles back she'd passed a sign that said "Use Both Lanes" - so that's exactly what she was doing! She was indignant when she was telling us and couldn't understand why we all burst out laughing.

Hahaha, that's great, Senyar!

That's wonderfully funny!