|stupid things people do|
Just got stuck behind a woman slowly walking down the stairs. She was walking slowly because her left hand was holding a stack of papers she was reading intently, while her right hand was texting on her iPhone. (Come on- how much time are you REALLY going to save by texting while you walk, instead of texting then walking? Especially when you factor in the time in the hospital after you fall. Although I guess you can text in the ambulance...)
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Well this may sound petty but it bothers me...
Where I shop for groceries there's room for two shopping carts to pass each other. Barely though. This is almost like driving.
It's more inconsiderate than stupid but I think it still qualifies.
I hate it when people park their cart directly in the middle of the aisle and start reading labels. They don't even see me coming. They're busy counting calories and I'm trying to get by.
Shopping carts should come equipped with little horns installed.
My son and his friend started a little game they let me in on a few months back.
They walk through "the mall" everyday on the way home from school to get to the bus terminal.
The game is you find someone walking and texting and you get in front of them, then stop suddenly to check out something in a store window. Then make "you dumb" face when the person walks into you.
Teenagers are funny and annoying but I love mine. He is more funny than annoying. I got to see him do this first hand when we were trying to get by this guy texting and walking. My son rushed around him then stopped dead and the guy walked right into him, he apologized profusely and when I asked my son WTH? he let me in on "the game"
Don't play this game with drivers.
>>Shopping carts should come equipped with little horns installed.
Just order a portable Diesel truck horn from J.C. Whitney. That's where I ordered my hood-mounted laser cannon to take care of drivers who get in my way.
Stupid things? Two lanes going in the same direction. You you can't pass two drivers side by side going the same speed (below the speed limit) who are oblivious because they're both on their cell phones. The pisser is they each think they are driving safely. Out pops my J.C. Whitney hood-mounted laser cannon.
|Shopping carts should come equipped with little horns installed. |
Or just bash into them and say, "Oh, I wasn't expecting anyone to be stupid enough to just leave their cart in the middle of the aisle blocking traffic."
|J.C. Whitney hood-mounted laser cannon. |
And now I have to look that up. That sounds very improbable but I can't ever tell about you...
This thing's aready been spidered. No results for "J.C. Whitney hood-mounted laser cannon." except this one.
Man I wish I had this site....
Searching without the "J.C. Whitney" part gives some results. :)
Just joking. Back in the day if you ever needed ANYTHING (such as a wolf whistle) for your car, just look in your trusty JC Whitney catalog.
I thought ACME was the main supplier.
Wile E. Coyote used to get all his dynamite and rockets from there. His bombs. His invisible traps.
He was on the road runner but all he could ever do was get close....
My wife and I are still new to the S.D. area, don't know a lot of people, but we go out a lot. Lots of cool places here. Some places, in fact, where the people are just too cool to live. (sarc.)
One of our favorite pastimes is people watching. We'll be in a restaurant, watching all the cool people in their cool clothes making their cool gestures drinking their cool wine, and the top attraction is younger people out on dates. They are always pretty obvious. They're the coolest in the room.
They are almost always the same: they sit down opposite from each other, exchange a few unheard phrases, order dinner, then within minutes the pregnant pause sets in . . . we often make bets on the actual time it takes . . . until both of them pull out their cool mobile, look down, and start texting. People, you're on a date, this could be "the one," and what are you doing? Texting girlfriend "OMG he's so hot I'm going to rock his socks off" and "This chick is like, down man". Trouble is, both of them end up thinking the other cares more about texting and they go home alone . . . it's theatre at it's finest.
Rocknbil, how many of your neighbours does it take to change a lightbulb?
Some obscure number you've probably never heard of...
Isn't a texting thing, could've been, but it was a cell thing.
We go to a salad bar one night called Sweet Tomatoes and sure enough, some lady in front of us is yapping on the phone while playing with the scoop in the peas. Nobody in front of her for quite some distance, almost to the front of the line empty, just her standing there yapping while playing with that scoop in the peas filling it and dumping it over and over.
My wife was getting more than a little visibly annoyed, asked her politely to move a time or two, was ignored, so she finally just grabbed her tray and moved ahead in line.
That's when all hell breaks loose.
The pea scooper suddenly gets off the phone when this happens and her husband and her go on full yap attack calling my wife the rude one, yada yada, you get the idea, the rude idiots suddenly get all self-righteous.
So far I'm staying back, my wife needs no help here, she can verbally shred with the best, they don't stand a chance as she shreds them a new orifice for being rude idiots.
However, they don't get it that they did anything wrong holding up the line and they just won't stop. Like 2 little annoying chihuahuas they just keep yapping at us even after they've paid and not only that, they hang around the cashier to keep yapping while we're paying.
People that know me know I have a high tolerance, it was between the wife and the idiots, she didn't need my help, but they stupidly turned their attention to me.
Finally I lose it when they drag me into this idiocy and yell at the cell phone talking pea scooper to ST*U! at the top of my lungs and everyone in the place (about 100) snaps to look in our direction. Then her stupid husband gets in my face telling me not to talk to his wife like that and I go completely ballistic crazy (if you ever see it, you'll know it, run) and start yelling some things I can't repeat. People were actually running away from our area, the cashier looked scared to hell, as I angrily screamed with spit flying "get you and your stupid rude cell talking wife out of my face or I'll mop the floor with both of you until you learn some damn manners! just LEAVE! ME! ALONE!" at which point they looked pale white and took off never to be seen again.
The minute they left, I calmly looked at the scared pale cashier and said "some people, how rude!" LOL
>>just LEAVE! ME! ALONE!
If you turned blue they might've thought you were Dr. Manhattan.
Salad bars are dangerous places.
I'm surprised there's not a huge market for personal cell phone jammers...