Your Most Absurd Pet Peeves
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The usual pet peeves that we all have in common are pretty straightforward. But, what about pet peeves that you have that others don't? What's something that drives only you up the wall, while other people are just fine with it? I have a few absurd pet peeves. Whenever I think of miniature golf, my inner dialogue explodes into a vulgarity-laden tirade. I don't know anyone else who shares the same experience. Even just driving past a miniature golf course is enough to compel my thoughts into darkness. Don't get me started on that stupid windmill thing! Every miniature golf course has one. Just thinking about it makes me want to set it on fire. I get this image in my head seeing it engulfed in flames while its windmill continues to rotate, as though it's still taunting me. And then there's the putter they give you. That thing is nothing but a device of torture. It's like going to a restaurant and ordering a bowl of soup with nothing but a pair of chopsticks. By the time I get to the last hole, my blood pressure is through the roof and I hate the entire world. Upon completing the last hole, what's your reward? They take away your golf ball! Once it falls into the hole, it disappears, and that's it. It's like you can hear them whisper into your ear. "You're done now. Give us back our golf ball and go away!". I don't understand. I need to return the golf club to the front desk anyway. I might as well return the golf ball, too. Do they think I'm going to steal their golf ball? Do they think I'll inadvertently forget to return it and mistakenly bring it home with me? If they're going to take my golf ball away, why not rip the golf club from my hands and punch me in the face?
• Members of the royal family attending Remembrance Day events in fancy dress as Colonels, Rear Admirals or Air Vice Marshals. • People spending an eternity attempting to eat food using only a fork when a perfectly serviceable knife is in front of them. If I asked you to dig a hole, would you eschew for proffered shovel and look instead for a pair of tweezers? • The word “actually” which has no reason to exist other than to effectively say “Now, you can dismiss most of what I say as fantasy, but this one piece of information should be regarded as true.” • Any traffic jam with no obvious cause being described on the radio as “due to sheer wight of traffic.” • The omni-present use of the non-phrase “for free”. It is “free of charge” or indeed “cash free”, I will happily accept the contraction to “free” but not “for free.” If I want a vegetarian burger, I might describe it as “meat free” but I couldn’t change that into “Can I have a burger please, for free.” • TV announcers who for reasons I cannot begin to imagine, feel the need to tell you what is about to happen in the programme that you are about to watch. This seems akin to a newspaper preceding every article with an article telling you what the article is about. Better still, imagine it in the theatre “And now, the Macbeths discover that being rich and living in a castle isn’t always all it’s cracked up to be.” • The ubiquitous use of candles for seemingly any situation. Someone dies, light a candle (ironic if they are a climate change protester), an anniversary of something – light a candle, want to show support for a cause, light a candle. Christmas, light lots of candles. Can anyone tell me why? Does this benefit anyone whatsoever besides people in the candle industry? • Garage doors. When we park in the garage, most of us pull over to the left to allow the door to open on the right. So why are garage doors always in the centre, and not off to the left? • TV journalists who mistake their job for being that of “Leader of the other party.” Your job is to question and illicit responses, not to attempt, whatever the situation, to prove the incompetence of the person in front of you or, the ultimate prize, to get them to admit to “a U-turn.” This is seen by them as the zenith of achievement, whereas to most normal people I know, someone changing their mind based on evidence is a sign of wisdom. • Cooks. If your recipe involves the use of flowers, tweezers or liquid nitrogen or in any way attempts to “tell a story” just stop. Your job is to make dinner, t
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I think there's a few million of us in the UK with that exact same peeve. However... The (related) peeve I have is when one of my two cats eats a mince pie late on a Saturday night, so that you have to disassemble another one from the packet to count the raisins, then google to see how many raisins are fatal for a cat, (then panic), drive an hour through freezing fog (as it's very nearly Christmas) and pay £500 to an emergency vet who fails to make the cat throw up (because that's really hard to do with cats, apparently) and drive all the way home; to repeat the journey the next day for a comparative kidney function test (which leaves the long-haired cat with a bald spot that you know will take about 9 months to look half-way decent). All this when the other cat will throw up to command by feeding it a tiny, tiny bit of brie (that he loves and will steal, with inevitable consequences) at any opportunity. Don't let your cat get to the (closed, sealed) packet of mince pies in the (99.9% of the time) closed kitchen, folks.
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DerekT-P wrote:
the other cat will throw up to command by feeding it a tiny, tiny bit of brie
Yep. Most adult cats are lactose intolerant, but love cheese. (They lose the enzyme to digest lactose as part of the weaning process as they shift to an obligate carnivore metabolism, but the memory of milk takes them back to a "kitten comfort" state, I think).
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• Members of the royal family attending Remembrance Day events in fancy dress as Colonels, Rear Admirals or Air Vice Marshals. • People spending an eternity attempting to eat food using only a fork when a perfectly serviceable knife is in front of them. If I asked you to dig a hole, would you eschew for proffered shovel and look instead for a pair of tweezers? • The word “actually” which has no reason to exist other than to effectively say “Now, you can dismiss most of what I say as fantasy, but this one piece of information should be regarded as true.” • Any traffic jam with no obvious cause being described on the radio as “due to sheer wight of traffic.” • The omni-present use of the non-phrase “for free”. It is “free of charge” or indeed “cash free”, I will happily accept the contraction to “free” but not “for free.” If I want a vegetarian burger, I might describe it as “meat free” but I couldn’t change that into “Can I have a burger please, for free.” • TV announcers who for reasons I cannot begin to imagine, feel the need to tell you what is about to happen in the programme that you are about to watch. This seems akin to a newspaper preceding every article with an article telling you what the article is about. Better still, imagine it in the theatre “And now, the Macbeths discover that being rich and living in a castle isn’t always all it’s cracked up to be.” • The ubiquitous use of candles for seemingly any situation. Someone dies, light a candle (ironic if they are a climate change protester), an anniversary of something – light a candle, want to show support for a cause, light a candle. Christmas, light lots of candles. Can anyone tell me why? Does this benefit anyone whatsoever besides people in the candle industry? • Garage doors. When we park in the garage, most of us pull over to the left to allow the door to open on the right. So why are garage doors always in the centre, and not off to the left? • TV journalists who mistake their job for being that of “Leader of the other party.” Your job is to question and illicit responses, not to attempt, whatever the situation, to prove the incompetence of the person in front of you or, the ultimate prize, to get them to admit to “a U-turn.” This is seen by them as the zenith of achievement, whereas to most normal people I know, someone changing their mind based on evidence is a sign of wisdom. • Cooks. If your recipe involves the use of flowers, tweezers or liquid nitrogen or in any way attempts to “tell a story” just stop. Your job is to make dinner, t
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People spending an eternity attempting to eat food using only a fork when a perfectly serviceable knife is in front of them. If I asked you to dig a hole, would you eschew for proffered shovel and look instead for a pair of tweezers?
I'd amend that to "people using the nearest tool to do a job rather then the actual, appropriate tool that is designed for the job and is just over there". Herself is in this group, which explains a set of cheap and nasty basic tools at the front of my tool cupboard where she can see it first ... I then hover them up from anywhere she might have used a tool because they never go back where she got them. Which is another peeve of mine! :mad:
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Any traffic jam with no obvious cause being described on the radio as “due to sheer wight of traffic.”
Trouble is, it';s pretty much accurate: the higher the traffic density, the more likely a jam is, because one set of brake lights going on, slows X cars down in response, and they slow a further Y, and "slowness wave" propagates back through the traffic getting slower and slower until some traffic does stop, even momentarily. Which makes more people stop, and you rapidly build a jam for no reason other than the amount of traffic. It's weirdly beautiful to watch in models, but frustrating if you are driving!
Rich Leyshon wrote:
TV announcers who for reasons I cannot begin to imagine, feel the need to tell you what is about to happen in the programme that you are about to watch.
On W, we watch Masterchef Australia. And just before the program starts, and sometimes during the advert breaks they show an advert for the program we would be watching if it wasn't for your stupid advert!
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The usual pet peeves that we all have in common are pretty straightforward. But, what about pet peeves that you have that others don't? What's something that drives only you up the wall, while other people are just fine with it? I have a few absurd pet peeves. Whenever I think of miniature golf, my inner dialogue explodes into a vulgarity-laden tirade. I don't know anyone else who shares the same experience. Even just driving past a miniature golf course is enough to compel my thoughts into darkness. Don't get me started on that stupid windmill thing! Every miniature golf course has one. Just thinking about it makes me want to set it on fire. I get this image in my head seeing it engulfed in flames while its windmill continues to rotate, as though it's still taunting me. And then there's the putter they give you. That thing is nothing but a device of torture. It's like going to a restaurant and ordering a bowl of soup with nothing but a pair of chopsticks. By the time I get to the last hole, my blood pressure is through the roof and I hate the entire world. Upon completing the last hole, what's your reward? They take away your golf ball! Once it falls into the hole, it disappears, and that's it. It's like you can hear them whisper into your ear. "You're done now. Give us back our golf ball and go away!". I don't understand. I need to return the golf club to the front desk anyway. I might as well return the golf ball, too. Do they think I'm going to steal their golf ball? Do they think I'll inadvertently forget to return it and mistakenly bring it home with me? If they're going to take my golf ball away, why not rip the golf club from my hands and punch me in the face?
I just had to correct someone that claimed they "researched" something online. I told them they consumed content online.
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People spending an eternity attempting to eat food using only a fork when a perfectly serviceable knife is in front of them. If I asked you to dig a hole, would you eschew for proffered shovel and look instead for a pair of tweezers?
I'd amend that to "people using the nearest tool to do a job rather then the actual, appropriate tool that is designed for the job and is just over there". Herself is in this group, which explains a set of cheap and nasty basic tools at the front of my tool cupboard where she can see it first ... I then hover them up from anywhere she might have used a tool because they never go back where she got them. Which is another peeve of mine! :mad:
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Any traffic jam with no obvious cause being described on the radio as “due to sheer wight of traffic.”
Trouble is, it';s pretty much accurate: the higher the traffic density, the more likely a jam is, because one set of brake lights going on, slows X cars down in response, and they slow a further Y, and "slowness wave" propagates back through the traffic getting slower and slower until some traffic does stop, even momentarily. Which makes more people stop, and you rapidly build a jam for no reason other than the amount of traffic. It's weirdly beautiful to watch in models, but frustrating if you are driving!
Rich Leyshon wrote:
TV announcers who for reasons I cannot begin to imagine, feel the need to tell you what is about to happen in the programme that you are about to watch.
On W, we watch Masterchef Australia. And just before the program starts, and sometimes during the advert breaks they show an advert for the program we would be watching if it wasn't for your stupid advert!
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony "Common sense is so rare these days, it should be classified as a super power" - Random T-shirt AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
Re the traffic, I don't doubt the truth of it, it's just that every single radio traffic reporter, on every station appears to use the same wording "... sheer weight of traffic." Nobody ever says simply "Weight of traffic" or "Heavy traffic" or even "Rush hour." Makes me wonder if they all go to Traffic Reporting school where they are drilled in the mandatory phraseology. And whilst I'm on it, here's another that is becoming very prevalent around this area. Drivers now seem to think it is too much trouble to turn the wheel on their power steering car to turn right properly. Almost every day, if I'm waiting to turn right at a Give Way, and someone is approaching from my left, wanting to turn into the street I am exiting, they stop and usher me out so they can turn into my street on the wrong side of the road rather than apply the few extra degrees of steering wheel rotation. On a wide junction I've even had someone turn in on the wrong side of me over the Give Way sign. And the Royal Mail can have some too. Important documents arrive Friday apparently having just about survived what appears to be an attempt to put them through a shredder before they dunked them in a puddle. I now have paperwork scattered around the house to dry. Meanwhile, friendly Postie is ringing the bell to ask if I have a package he's mislaid. I know the guy it was meant for and he lives on the other side of the road at the far end of the street, so, even if he was out, why would I have the package when there are 50 houses closer by he could have left it with? But no, the machine says I have it, so that's that. Probably get billed for it soon ... :(
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Re the traffic, I don't doubt the truth of it, it's just that every single radio traffic reporter, on every station appears to use the same wording "... sheer weight of traffic." Nobody ever says simply "Weight of traffic" or "Heavy traffic" or even "Rush hour." Makes me wonder if they all go to Traffic Reporting school where they are drilled in the mandatory phraseology. And whilst I'm on it, here's another that is becoming very prevalent around this area. Drivers now seem to think it is too much trouble to turn the wheel on their power steering car to turn right properly. Almost every day, if I'm waiting to turn right at a Give Way, and someone is approaching from my left, wanting to turn into the street I am exiting, they stop and usher me out so they can turn into my street on the wrong side of the road rather than apply the few extra degrees of steering wheel rotation. On a wide junction I've even had someone turn in on the wrong side of me over the Give Way sign. And the Royal Mail can have some too. Important documents arrive Friday apparently having just about survived what appears to be an attempt to put them through a shredder before they dunked them in a puddle. I now have paperwork scattered around the house to dry. Meanwhile, friendly Postie is ringing the bell to ask if I have a package he's mislaid. I know the guy it was meant for and he lives on the other side of the road at the far end of the street, so, even if he was out, why would I have the package when there are 50 houses closer by he could have left it with? But no, the machine says I have it, so that's that. Probably get billed for it soon ... :(
RM can have some more as well: Amazon tracking shows where the parcel is, and a window for delivery: when it gets close switches to exactly where the truck is, and how many deliveries between there and you. The Royal Mail Track system says "we've picked it up it" and "we'll update this status when we have delivered it". :doh:
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony "Common sense is so rare these days, it should be classified as a super power" - Random T-shirt AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
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RM can have some more as well: Amazon tracking shows where the parcel is, and a window for delivery: when it gets close switches to exactly where the truck is, and how many deliveries between there and you. The Royal Mail Track system says "we've picked it up it" and "we'll update this status when we have delivered it". :doh:
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OriginalGriff wrote:
The Royal Mail Track system says "we've picked it up it" and "we'll update this status when we have delivered mangled, submerged or lost it". :doh:
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RM can have some more as well: Amazon tracking shows where the parcel is, and a window for delivery: when it gets close switches to exactly where the truck is, and how many deliveries between there and you. The Royal Mail Track system says "we've picked it up it" and "we'll update this status when we have delivered it". :doh:
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony "Common sense is so rare these days, it should be classified as a super power" - Random T-shirt AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
Post office here is the same way unless you pay extra.
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Post office here is the same way unless you pay extra.
Check out my IoT graphics library here: https://honeythecodewitch.com/gfx And my IoT UI/User Experience library here: https://honeythecodewitch.com/uix
That is the tracked system you pay extra for ... :sigh:
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony "Common sense is so rare these days, it should be classified as a super power" - Random T-shirt AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
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The usual pet peeves that we all have in common are pretty straightforward. But, what about pet peeves that you have that others don't? What's something that drives only you up the wall, while other people are just fine with it? I have a few absurd pet peeves. Whenever I think of miniature golf, my inner dialogue explodes into a vulgarity-laden tirade. I don't know anyone else who shares the same experience. Even just driving past a miniature golf course is enough to compel my thoughts into darkness. Don't get me started on that stupid windmill thing! Every miniature golf course has one. Just thinking about it makes me want to set it on fire. I get this image in my head seeing it engulfed in flames while its windmill continues to rotate, as though it's still taunting me. And then there's the putter they give you. That thing is nothing but a device of torture. It's like going to a restaurant and ordering a bowl of soup with nothing but a pair of chopsticks. By the time I get to the last hole, my blood pressure is through the roof and I hate the entire world. Upon completing the last hole, what's your reward? They take away your golf ball! Once it falls into the hole, it disappears, and that's it. It's like you can hear them whisper into your ear. "You're done now. Give us back our golf ball and go away!". I don't understand. I need to return the golf club to the front desk anyway. I might as well return the golf ball, too. Do they think I'm going to steal their golf ball? Do they think I'll inadvertently forget to return it and mistakenly bring it home with me? If they're going to take my golf ball away, why not rip the golf club from my hands and punch me in the face?
"off of" Often when reading a novel, if I come across this grammatical turd, I dump the book and never go near that author again. I can say no more, I could explode with anger just seeing the words in my own post.
So old that I did my first coding in octal via switches on a DEC PDP 8
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"off of" Often when reading a novel, if I come across this grammatical turd, I dump the book and never go near that author again. I can say no more, I could explode with anger just seeing the words in my own post.
So old that I did my first coding in octal via switches on a DEC PDP 8
That doesn't really bother me, but I relegate the writer to an illiterate when I read could/would/should/may/might of.
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The usual pet peeves that we all have in common are pretty straightforward. But, what about pet peeves that you have that others don't? What's something that drives only you up the wall, while other people are just fine with it? I have a few absurd pet peeves. Whenever I think of miniature golf, my inner dialogue explodes into a vulgarity-laden tirade. I don't know anyone else who shares the same experience. Even just driving past a miniature golf course is enough to compel my thoughts into darkness. Don't get me started on that stupid windmill thing! Every miniature golf course has one. Just thinking about it makes me want to set it on fire. I get this image in my head seeing it engulfed in flames while its windmill continues to rotate, as though it's still taunting me. And then there's the putter they give you. That thing is nothing but a device of torture. It's like going to a restaurant and ordering a bowl of soup with nothing but a pair of chopsticks. By the time I get to the last hole, my blood pressure is through the roof and I hate the entire world. Upon completing the last hole, what's your reward? They take away your golf ball! Once it falls into the hole, it disappears, and that's it. It's like you can hear them whisper into your ear. "You're done now. Give us back our golf ball and go away!". I don't understand. I need to return the golf club to the front desk anyway. I might as well return the golf ball, too. Do they think I'm going to steal their golf ball? Do they think I'll inadvertently forget to return it and mistakenly bring it home with me? If they're going to take my golf ball away, why not rip the golf club from my hands and punch me in the face?
Steve Raw wrote:
What's something that drives only you up the wall, while other people are just fine with it?
I don't have any pet peeves regarding things of that nature. Mine are lies or online peeps being arrogant with nothing to back it up except feeling brave behind a keyboard. Online peeps just seem to laugh it off. I probably need to get out more and stay off the Internet. :laugh: Oh, fake people annoy me too. And smokers/stoners.
Steve Raw wrote:
Do they think I'll inadvertently forget to return it and mistakenly bring it home with me? If they're going to take my golf ball away, why not rip the golf club from my hands and punch me in the face?
So, you know... I hear prozac works wonders. :laugh:
Jeremy Falcon
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The usual pet peeves that we all have in common are pretty straightforward. But, what about pet peeves that you have that others don't? What's something that drives only you up the wall, while other people are just fine with it? I have a few absurd pet peeves. Whenever I think of miniature golf, my inner dialogue explodes into a vulgarity-laden tirade. I don't know anyone else who shares the same experience. Even just driving past a miniature golf course is enough to compel my thoughts into darkness. Don't get me started on that stupid windmill thing! Every miniature golf course has one. Just thinking about it makes me want to set it on fire. I get this image in my head seeing it engulfed in flames while its windmill continues to rotate, as though it's still taunting me. And then there's the putter they give you. That thing is nothing but a device of torture. It's like going to a restaurant and ordering a bowl of soup with nothing but a pair of chopsticks. By the time I get to the last hole, my blood pressure is through the roof and I hate the entire world. Upon completing the last hole, what's your reward? They take away your golf ball! Once it falls into the hole, it disappears, and that's it. It's like you can hear them whisper into your ear. "You're done now. Give us back our golf ball and go away!". I don't understand. I need to return the golf club to the front desk anyway. I might as well return the golf ball, too. Do they think I'm going to steal their golf ball? Do they think I'll inadvertently forget to return it and mistakenly bring it home with me? If they're going to take my golf ball away, why not rip the golf club from my hands and punch me in the face?
Steve Nance and Kevin Burkhart. Pretentious narcissists with microphones.
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The usual pet peeves that we all have in common are pretty straightforward. But, what about pet peeves that you have that others don't? What's something that drives only you up the wall, while other people are just fine with it? I have a few absurd pet peeves. Whenever I think of miniature golf, my inner dialogue explodes into a vulgarity-laden tirade. I don't know anyone else who shares the same experience. Even just driving past a miniature golf course is enough to compel my thoughts into darkness. Don't get me started on that stupid windmill thing! Every miniature golf course has one. Just thinking about it makes me want to set it on fire. I get this image in my head seeing it engulfed in flames while its windmill continues to rotate, as though it's still taunting me. And then there's the putter they give you. That thing is nothing but a device of torture. It's like going to a restaurant and ordering a bowl of soup with nothing but a pair of chopsticks. By the time I get to the last hole, my blood pressure is through the roof and I hate the entire world. Upon completing the last hole, what's your reward? They take away your golf ball! Once it falls into the hole, it disappears, and that's it. It's like you can hear them whisper into your ear. "You're done now. Give us back our golf ball and go away!". I don't understand. I need to return the golf club to the front desk anyway. I might as well return the golf ball, too. Do they think I'm going to steal their golf ball? Do they think I'll inadvertently forget to return it and mistakenly bring it home with me? If they're going to take my golf ball away, why not rip the golf club from my hands and punch me in the face?
News reporters who misuse words. Their tool is language, they ought to learn how to use it correctly. I have lots of examples in French I hear all the time, but translate poorly. But one that'll work fine to illustrate is the abuse of the word "literally". I still vividly remember a report, from years ago, about some minister who got angry while parliament was in session and went on a tirade, and we, the viewers, were told he "literally exploded". No. No, he didn't. It would've been a very different story had that been the case.
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I just had to correct someone that claimed they "researched" something online. I told them they consumed content online.
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Yes! It pisses me off when people don't know the difference between "search" and "research". You use Google to do a "search" and you do "research" in a lab, or a library with tons of books and equipment and many, many hours of hard work. A doctor I went to see once had a coffee mug that said: "Don't confuse my medical degree with your Google search!"
Mircea
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News reporters who misuse words. Their tool is language, they ought to learn how to use it correctly. I have lots of examples in French I hear all the time, but translate poorly. But one that'll work fine to illustrate is the abuse of the word "literally". I still vividly remember a report, from years ago, about some minister who got angry while parliament was in session and went on a tirade, and we, the viewers, were told he "literally exploded". No. No, he didn't. It would've been a very different story had that been the case.
dandy72 wrote:
some minister who got angry while parliament was in session and went on a tirade, and we, the viewers, were told he "literally exploded".
World could be a better place if some ministers "literally exploded" :laugh:
Mircea
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Post office here is the same way unless you pay extra.
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Round here (Watford) the RM have taken on an Amazon delivery contract, as there are too few Amazon drivers. This means there are too few RM drivers and post is now delivered every two WEEKS unless you fill (or a close neighbour) fill-in a complaint form. So even 1st class is delayed, as are NHS appointment letters etc etc. "When I were a lad" you'd get multiple deliveries a day, even Saturdays.
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The usual pet peeves that we all have in common are pretty straightforward. But, what about pet peeves that you have that others don't? What's something that drives only you up the wall, while other people are just fine with it? I have a few absurd pet peeves. Whenever I think of miniature golf, my inner dialogue explodes into a vulgarity-laden tirade. I don't know anyone else who shares the same experience. Even just driving past a miniature golf course is enough to compel my thoughts into darkness. Don't get me started on that stupid windmill thing! Every miniature golf course has one. Just thinking about it makes me want to set it on fire. I get this image in my head seeing it engulfed in flames while its windmill continues to rotate, as though it's still taunting me. And then there's the putter they give you. That thing is nothing but a device of torture. It's like going to a restaurant and ordering a bowl of soup with nothing but a pair of chopsticks. By the time I get to the last hole, my blood pressure is through the roof and I hate the entire world. Upon completing the last hole, what's your reward? They take away your golf ball! Once it falls into the hole, it disappears, and that's it. It's like you can hear them whisper into your ear. "You're done now. Give us back our golf ball and go away!". I don't understand. I need to return the golf club to the front desk anyway. I might as well return the golf ball, too. Do they think I'm going to steal their golf ball? Do they think I'll inadvertently forget to return it and mistakenly bring it home with me? If they're going to take my golf ball away, why not rip the golf club from my hands and punch me in the face?
i happen to have gotten a hole in one on that windmill and a nifty little plastic trophy for which i was most proud .
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The usual pet peeves that we all have in common are pretty straightforward. But, what about pet peeves that you have that others don't? What's something that drives only you up the wall, while other people are just fine with it? I have a few absurd pet peeves. Whenever I think of miniature golf, my inner dialogue explodes into a vulgarity-laden tirade. I don't know anyone else who shares the same experience. Even just driving past a miniature golf course is enough to compel my thoughts into darkness. Don't get me started on that stupid windmill thing! Every miniature golf course has one. Just thinking about it makes me want to set it on fire. I get this image in my head seeing it engulfed in flames while its windmill continues to rotate, as though it's still taunting me. And then there's the putter they give you. That thing is nothing but a device of torture. It's like going to a restaurant and ordering a bowl of soup with nothing but a pair of chopsticks. By the time I get to the last hole, my blood pressure is through the roof and I hate the entire world. Upon completing the last hole, what's your reward? They take away your golf ball! Once it falls into the hole, it disappears, and that's it. It's like you can hear them whisper into your ear. "You're done now. Give us back our golf ball and go away!". I don't understand. I need to return the golf club to the front desk anyway. I might as well return the golf ball, too. Do they think I'm going to steal their golf ball? Do they think I'll inadvertently forget to return it and mistakenly bring it home with me? If they're going to take my golf ball away, why not rip the golf club from my hands and punch me in the face?
0: unannounced conference call that go off topic (already happened this morning) 1: repeating myself (already happened on the unannounced conference call this morning) 2: misuse/overuse of the words 'like' and 'literally' :doh: bonus eyeroll for using them both in the same sentence. :rolleyes: :rolleyes: 3: auto-correct None of these seem absurd though...your example on the other hand seems a little over the top. :laugh: BTW, welcome to CP! :)
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The usual pet peeves that we all have in common are pretty straightforward. But, what about pet peeves that you have that others don't? What's something that drives only you up the wall, while other people are just fine with it? I have a few absurd pet peeves. Whenever I think of miniature golf, my inner dialogue explodes into a vulgarity-laden tirade. I don't know anyone else who shares the same experience. Even just driving past a miniature golf course is enough to compel my thoughts into darkness. Don't get me started on that stupid windmill thing! Every miniature golf course has one. Just thinking about it makes me want to set it on fire. I get this image in my head seeing it engulfed in flames while its windmill continues to rotate, as though it's still taunting me. And then there's the putter they give you. That thing is nothing but a device of torture. It's like going to a restaurant and ordering a bowl of soup with nothing but a pair of chopsticks. By the time I get to the last hole, my blood pressure is through the roof and I hate the entire world. Upon completing the last hole, what's your reward? They take away your golf ball! Once it falls into the hole, it disappears, and that's it. It's like you can hear them whisper into your ear. "You're done now. Give us back our golf ball and go away!". I don't understand. I need to return the golf club to the front desk anyway. I might as well return the golf ball, too. Do they think I'm going to steal their golf ball? Do they think I'll inadvertently forget to return it and mistakenly bring it home with me? If they're going to take my golf ball away, why not rip the golf club from my hands and punch me in the face?
