Things That Annoy Me: imaG
Published by imaG August 6th, 2008 in HumorWell I was sitting in court yesterday waiting to be seen by Judge Dredd and the girl next to me had grotesquely hairy thighs. I mean this was unnatural but all natural, if you know what I mean? But yeah…It annoyed the shit out of me. Sorry to all my hairy ladies. But anyways. It brought to my mind a thread in the forums called “What annoys you?”
So being me I decided to make a short list of things that annoy me.
1. Hairy Women
2. Stank Breath in public in the morning when you know they should’ve brushed their teeth before they left the house
3. Dead batteries in my cell phone.
4. Musty people that linger in my vicinity.
5. Bad music ruining the moment.
6. Being thirsty in a place where you don’t want to drink from the water fountains.
7. Having no A/C in my car in 100 degree weather and being stuck in traffic.
8. Being ashy when there’s no lotion in sight. (If you use soap from the dispenser and rub it in without water it doubles as lotion. It’s better than saliva, right?)
9. Running out of ideas of things that annoy me before I get to #10
10. Being annoyed.
So, what annoys you?
Feel free to post here, or you can join in on the thread in the forums.
Amen to #3. I also get annoyed by hard ass butter in restaurants. They give you bread and butter, yet the butter tears a whole in the bread. WTF!?
Yeah, I do have better things to think about.
People who say “anxious” when they mean “eager”.
Drive in bank tellers who greet you with a cheery “How are you today, sir?” then turn off the mic before you can say anything back like “May I have a pen, please?”
How whenever a black person comes to my house I feel like I have to scrub my conversation of any word relating to color for fear of offending my guest. It’s really stupid. I can’t offer white wine or dark chocolate without feeling like a total schumutz. The other night my new neighbor Steve came over and I was describing the neighborhood to him and I asked him if he’s been to a nearby park that has a white sandy beach, expect Steve and I had a couple beers first and it came out “There’s a nice white beach at the bottom of the steps”, like I live in Mississippi and it’s 1947 or some shit. I’m such a moron.
cell phones