Day 46 Pet Peeves

[tripperfunster]

Okay, not racism or really hurty things that horrible people do, but what are some teeth grinding things that you have to deal with on a daily basis?

Here's some of mine, categorized for your convenience.

Work
I own a pet store that buys new and used items. Often times people will bring in say, a ten gallon fish tank set up, with the lids and filters etc and I have to look through everything (and plug in the plug-inny things to make sure they work,) before I can decide what I can pay for the items. Now, this is not rocket science. I've owned a pet store for 15 years, I have a few more years experience at other stores, and an assload of my OWN experience too. Time after time after fucking time, when I'm going through these EXTREMELY MUNDANE AND TOTALLY BEGINNER HOBBYIST type things, the person selling the stuff feels the need to man-splain them to me. "That's the filter! It hangs on the back!" That's a siphon, you use it to drain the tank." and on and on. OMG!!!!!! This would seriously be like taking your car to the mechanic and saying "That's the steering wheel. You use it to steer the car. Those are the tires, the car ROLLS AROUND ON THEM."

There are certainly things I don't know, but chances are I AM FAMILIAR WITH YOUR SHITTY TEN GALLON STARTER KIT ITEMS. (can you tell that this happened to me AGAIN today???)

Home
Toilet paper. For reals. Am I the only human in this entire house who is capable of putting a roll of toilet paper ON THE ROLLER THINGIE? I think I am.

Out in public
Spitting. Gross. Unless a spider just flew into your mouth, you have no reason to spit in public. Ever.

fic
Kittens. I don't know why, but I've read enough bad "Harry and Draco get a kitten together" type fics (insert whichever characters here, but generally not kitten owning type people) that I just FLY BY that fic without ever clicking ever. I'm sure there are some GREAT 'kitten' fics out there, but I will just have to take your word for it.

Tell me what picks YOUR ass.

Comments

[tripperfunster.livejournal.com]

Oh God, you would NOT want my husband and kids to live with you! I call them LOUD WALKERS. I swear to god, they don't walk, they run! STOMP STOMP STOMP. I have no idea why. I'm no cat, but I'm no elephant either.

[atdelphi.livejournal.com]

The last seven years of communal living have mellowed me out some, to the point where only those who stomp above my room between the hours of 10 p.m. and 6 a.m. make my Render Unconscious And Permanently Duct Tape Six Pairs Of Wool Socks To Their Feet list.