You Know What Grinds My Gears? - Things that personally piss you off

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I kinda hate it when people with very thick accents have zero self-awareness and get offended when others don't understand what they are saying.

I have this problem a lot when I call customer service. I can't understand what they're saying, so I always end up saying "what" to them so I can understand.

It's awkward.
 
Top that with how many times they treat their kids to McDonalds, Burger King and some other take out restaurant. Then complain about the kids being fat.

I had a childhood friend who used to eat at McDonalds because his mom was always away from the house and instead of bothering to cook them meals like lunch or dinner, she'd give her kids a couple of dollars to eat burgers and eventually they both got fat.

She was also an escort but that's a whole other story. They had a shitty mother and she neglected them and just let them eat bad food every day.
 
TT: The suddenness of weather shitting on everyone. We're just barely getting over a winter storm that randomly happened in one day when we're thought we're over the shit.
I thought we were done with winter, here comes this Noreaster and I'm looking at 7-13 inches by Monday morning. I'm really hoping the plant officially tells people not to come in so I can send it to my supervisors in another state to justify working from home. And we're supposed to have two new hires starting Monday. I will be supremely pissed if they don't move it to Tuesday.
 
Yep. Time to panic buy and shovel again. Winter needs to go ASAP.
Panic buy, making sure your vehicle is pre-heated to drive, your fuel economy goes to shit when driving in the winter, you have to rely on electric heaters and heating which raises utility bills. The cold is bitter and unforgiving. Buried in snow and shit. Waiting on road crew to plow and treat the roads to drive safely. I've moved out from the northeastern territory of the US to escape most of that bullshit. Because tolerating it for 6 months straight of the year, is fucking mind insanity.

Hated every damn day of that. People are living in fantasy land when they daydream of vacationing in some snowed-in cabin somewhere.
 
Man, I sure love hearing people blasting their music in their cars in the middle of the night and right near my home.
I once had an intersection right under my room where this bullshit was a nightly thing. Always bass heavy rap bullshit.

I had a cinder block. I often considered hurling it down on some windshield. I never did. I regret that I never did. Fucking niggers.
 
People who waste my time at work on frivolous or outright false calls. It amazes me how these people managed to survive to adulthood yet have all the common sense and world savviness of a kindergartner. Doesn’t matter if their complaint was complete bullshit I could dismiss from the beginning, I still have to put on my happy face, investigate it and write a report over it which takes away from other duties I could be working on.
 
I once had an intersection right under my room where this bullshit was a nightly thing. Always bass heavy rap bullshit.

I had a cinder block. I often considered hurling it down on some windshield. I never did. I regret that I never did. Fucking niggers.

There's unfortunately a fast food place near me that never closes. That means I constantly hear some asshole playing some shitty music way too loud in their car when they're in the drive through.

It doesn't happen as much now, but when it does, it's annoying. And it's always at around 2 am or 3 am.
 
I thought we were done with winter, here comes this Noreaster and I'm looking at 7-13 inches by Monday morning. I'm really hoping the plant officially tells people not to come in so I can send it to my supervisors in another state to justify working from home. And we're supposed to have two new hires starting Monday. I will be supremely pissed if they don't move it to Tuesday.
All the snow from the LAST storm was beginning to melt away. Now we'll have MORE SNOW to deal with.
 
I have this problem a lot when I call customer service. I can't understand what they're saying, so I always end up saying "what" to them so I can understand.

It's awkward.
It's super awkward, my hearing isn't great and accents are hard for me and when I have to ask them to repeat themselves they also assume it's because I'm an asshole.

When assholes talk to me irl I just go ahead and ignore them and I don't know what they're saying to me because I can't hear them.
 
Thread tax: Folks who think we want to hear your noise machine at any time of day.

PS - No one thinks you're a sick-looking "bobber," unless bobber is keyword for, "blowjob giver," in which case I wouldn't brag about that if I were a dude who was trying to act tough by riding something that vibrated the space between my legs. We think you look like a try-hard nuisance.

Why do you folks like that? To help make using pre-equipped seat dildo more exciting? Or, do you usually have to supply your own?

But, final thought, if you truly want to act like an outlaw, best to skip the helmet and leathers, both of which were designed for wussies.

An excerpt from "Not Taco Bell Material" by Adam Carolla:
We rode motorcycles because you could fill up the tank for a buck eighty-nine, cut through L.A. traffic, and on the weekend carve up a canyon. All good reasons to purchase a motorcycle. Being seen, and especially being heard, were not part of the equation. That's because we weren't insecure narcissistic poseur douchebags. You fucksticks that pull the baffles out of your Harley exhaust so that people in surrounding neighborhoods, countries, and the unborn can celebrate the arrival of your preening ass and the Harley Softail it's perched on rank just beneath pedophile clown and Nazi prison guard on the cosmic cocksucker list. How many times have you been awoken from a nap because one of these peacocks had to throw out a couple revs as they were driving past your apartment? How many times have you had the shit scared out of you while walking back to your car after a satisfying dinner because one of these guys flew past you with the hammer down? It's called noise pollution, and the chickenshit cops that are busy handing out tickets for no front license plates or illegal window tints should for once focus on something we give a fuck about. My fantasy is to follow one of these guys home some night and hide in the pantry until he's finished beating off to a cardboard cutout of himself and fallen asleep. Then I would sneak into his bedroom - past the Lucite box housing the cheap vinyl boxing glove that may or may not have been signed by Muhammed Ali, past the Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man poster - stand at the foot of his bed, and fire off one of those air horns they use to start boat regattas. When he popped up, I'd yell, "How's it feel, bitch?"
 
How obnoxious modern content has become. I had a rather revelatory experience in overhearing some tictoks/reels in a language I didn't understand. It made me hyper aware of just how much these videos have turned into kids shows for adults. Obnoxious repeatative sound effects, baby-like speaking patterns, ridiculous fast pacing. Without the distraction of understanding what was said, it becomes much clearer how bizzare and obnoxious they have become.
 
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Robert Osborne has been dead for nine years now, crossed the rainbow bridge. Now, you’ve got Carson Daly But Make Him Letterboxd, sturdy Australian lass in a poncho, and of course, Mankiewicz, who wastes five minutes on 'banter' before rolling the movie.

"An American in Paris, set in the most romantic city in the world… Fresno, California! Just kidding. My mother is from Fresno.”

"Tonight’s film is
Casablanca, a movie about love, sacrifice… and frequent flyer miles! Just kidding, they didn’t have those yet!”

The Maltese Falcon… now that’s a bird you won’t find at PetSmart!”

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Some new entries (though not new rage buttons, just ones I haven't added to the thread yet):

Being called autistic. I know I have a lot of issues but I insist I'm not autistic and somehow people have decided I am which angers me. But I guess just getting mad about a label makes one autistic or a related issue!

Troll accounts online that do nothing but go after me, but claim to have some vaguely noble intention like calling out "racists" or "terrible people." But a podcaster that bullies children and dresses in blackface is okay.
 
It's super awkward, my hearing isn't great and accents are hard for me and when I have to ask them to repeat themselves they also assume it's because I'm an asshole.

When assholes talk to me irl I just go ahead and ignore them and I don't know what they're saying to me because I can't hear them.

Something else that's awkward for me is when I have to call a company like gas or electricity about some kind of bill matter. There are times when I honestly don't understand something, so I keep asking questions or for explanations.

There have been times when I do this and the person on the phone starts to get a tone in their voice like they're annoyed. When I only do it because I'm confused.

I hate whenever that happens.

Robert Osborne has been dead for nine years now, crossed the rainbow bridge.

God, I miss Robert Osborne.
 
>the second month of cocytus is Smapril the 14th month
If it were cocytus, it'd be late Smapril 2025 now. Still another month of cocytus to go and then it'd be 2026 and ~3 months of winter.

Good thing this world does not suck that much IRL.
 
Fuck me, how many more Tweets do we need about Tourette's guy.

The real blackpill is that it was definitely intentional by the executives. We still have a long ways to go with these games.
 
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